The True Story of The Patton Prayer
by Msgr. James H. O'Neill
(From the Review of the News 6 October 1971)
Even in "War
As I Knew It" by General Patton, the footnote on the Prayer by Colonel
Paul D. Harkins, Patton's Deputy Chief of Staff, while containing the elements
of a funny story about the General and his Chaplain, is not the true account
of the prayer Incident or its sequence. Msgr. James H. O'Neill
Many conflicting and some untrue stories have been printed
about General George S. Patton and the Third Army Prayer. Some have
had the tinge of blasphemy and disrespect for the Deity.
As the Chief Chaplain of
the Third Army throughout the five campaigns on the Staff of General Patton, I
should have some knowledge of the event because at the direction of General
Patton I composed the now world famous Prayer, and wrote Training Letter No. 5,
which constitutes an integral, but untold part, of the prayer story. These
Incidents, narrated in sequence, should serve to enhance the memory of the man
himself, and cause him to be enshrined by generations to come as one of the
greatest of our soldiers. He had all the traits of military leadership,
fortified by genuine trust in God, intense love of country, and high faith In
the American soldier.
He had no use for
half-measures. He wrote this line a few days before his death: "Anyone in
any walk of life who is content with mediocrity is untrue to himself and to
American tradition." He was true to the principles of his religion,
Episcopalian, and was regular in Church attendance and practices, unless duty
made his presence Impossible.
The incident of the now
famous Patton Prayer commenced with a telephone call to the Third Army Chaplain
on the morning of December 8, 1944, when the Third Army Headquarters were
located in the Caserne Molifor in Nancy, France:" This is General Patton;
do you have a good prayer for weather? We must do something about those rains
if we are to win the war." My reply was that I know where to look for such
a prayer, that I would locate, and report within the hour. As I hung up the
telephone receiver, about eleven in the morning, I looked out on the steadily
falling rain, "immoderate" I would call it -- the same rain that had
plagued Patton's Army throughout the Moselle and Saar Campaigns from September
until now, December 8. The few prayer books at hand contained no formal prayer
on weather that might prove acceptable to the Army Commander. Keeping his
immediate objective in mind, I typed an original and an improved copy on a
5" x 3" filing card:
Almighty and most merciful
Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness, to restrain these
immoderate rains with which we have had to contend. Grant us fair weather for
Battle. Graciously hearken to us as soldiers who call upon Thee that, armed
with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory, and crush the
oppression and wickedness of our enemies and establish Thy justice among men
and nations.
I pondered the question,
“What use would General Patton make of the prayer?” Surely not for private
devotion. If he intended it for circulation to chaplains or others, with
Christmas not far removed, it might be proper to type the Army Commander's
Christmas Greetings on the reverse side. This would please the recipient, and
anything that pleased the men I knew would please him:
“To each officer and
soldier in the Third United States Army, I Wish a Merry Christmas. I have full
confidence in your courage, devotion to duty, and skill in battle. We march in
our might to complete victory. May God's blessings rest upon each of you on
this Christmas Day. G.S. Patton, Jr, Lieutenant General, Commanding, Third
United States Army.”
This done, I donned my
heavy trench coat, crossed the quadrangle of the old French military barracks,
and reported to General Patton. He read the prayer copy, returned it to me with
a very casual directive, "Have 250,000 copies printed and see to it that
every man in the Third Army gets one." The size of the order amazed me;
this was certainly doing something about the weather in a big way. But I said
nothing but the usual, "Very well, Sir!" Recovering, I invited his
attention to the reverse side containing the Christmas Greeting, with his name
and rank typed. "Very good," he said, with a smile of approval.
"If the General would sign the card, it would add a personal touch that I
am sure the men would like." He took his place at his desk, signed the
card, returned it to me and then Said: "Chaplain, sit down for a moment; I
want to talk to you about this business of prayer." He rubbed his face in
his hands, was silent for a moment, then rose and walked over to the high
window, and stood there with his back toward me as he looked out on the falling
rain. As usual, he was dressed stunningly, and his six-foot-two powerfully
built physique made an unforgettable silhouette against the great window. The
General Patton I saw there was the Army Commander to whom the welfare of the
men under him was a matter of Personal responsibility . Even in the heat of
combat he could take time out to direct new methods to prevent trench feet, to
see to it that dry socks went forward daily with the rations to troops on the
line, to kneel in the mud administering morphine and caring for a wounded
soldier until the ambulance came. What was coming now?
“Chaplain, how much
praying is being done in the Third Army?” was his question. I parried:
"Does the General mean by chaplains, or by the men?" "By
everybody," he replied. To this I countered: "I am afraid to admit
it, but I do not believe that much praying is going on. When there Is fighting,
everyone prays, but now with this constant rain -- when things are quiet,
dangerously quiet, men just sit and wait for things to happen. Prayer out here
is difficult. Both chaplains and men are removed from a special building with a
steeple. Prayer to most of them is a formal, ritualized affair, involving
special posture and a liturgical setting. I do not believe that much praying is
being done."
The General left the
window, and again seated himself at his desk, leaned back in his swivel chair,
toying with a long lead pencil between his index fingers.
“Chaplain, I am a strong
believer in Prayer. There are three ways that men get what they want; by
planning, by working, and by Praying. Any great military operation takes
careful planning, or thinking. Then you must have well-trained troops to carry
it out: that's working. But between the plan and the operation there is always
an unknown. That unknown spells defeat or victory, success or failure. It is
the reaction of the actors to the ordeal when it actually comes. Some people
call that getting the breaks; I call it God. God has His part, or margin in
everything, That's where prayer comes in. Up to now, in the Third Army, God has
been very good to us. We have never retreated; we have suffered no defeats, no
famine, no epidemics. This is because a lot of people back home are praying for
us. We were lucky in Africa, in Sicily, and in Italy. Simply because people
prayed. But we have to pray for ourselves, too. A good soldier is not made
merely by making him think and work. There is something in every soldier that
goes deeper than thinking or working--it's his “guts.” It is
something that he has built in there: it is a world of truth and power that is
higher than himself. Great living is not all output of thought and work. A man
has to have intake as well. I don't know what you call it, but I call it
Religion, Prayer, or God.”
He talked about Gideon
in the Bible, said that men should pray no matter where they were, in church or
out of it, that if they did not pray, sooner or later they would "crack
up." To all this I commented agreement, that one of the major training
objectives of my office was to help soldiers recover and make their lives
effective in this third realm, prayer. It would do no harm to re-impress this
training on chaplains. We had about 486 chaplains in the Third Army at that
time, representing 32 denominations. Once the Third Army had become
operational, my mode of contact with the chaplains had been chiefly through
Training Letters issued from time to time to the Chaplains in the four corps
and the 22 to 26 divisions comprising the Third Army. Each treated of a variety
of subjects of corrective or training value to a chaplain working with troops
in the field. [Patton continued:]
“I wish you would put out
a Training Letter on this subject of Prayer to all the chaplains; write about
nothing else, just the importance of prayer. Let me see it before you send it.
We've got to get not only the chaplains but every man in the Third Army to
pray. We must ask God to stop these rains. These rains are that margin that
hold defeat or victory. If we all pray, it will be like what Dr. Carrel said
[the allusion was to a press quote some days previously when Dr. Alexis Carrel,
one of the foremost scientists, described prayer "as one of the most
powerful forms of energy man can generate"], it will be like plugging in
on a current whose source is in Heaven. I believe that prayer completes that
circuit. It is power.”
With that the General
arose from his chair, a sign that the interview was ended. I returned to my
field desk, typed Training Letter No. 5 while the "copy" was
"hot," touching on some or all of the General's reverie on Prayer,
and after staff processing, presented it to General Patton on the next day. The
General read it and without change directed that it be circulated not only to
the 486 chaplains, but to every organization commander down to and including
the regimental level. Three thousand two hundred copies were distributed to
every unit in the Third Army over my signature as Third Army Chaplain. Strictly
speaking, it was the Army Commander's letter, not mine. Due to the fact that
the order came directly from General Patton, distribution was completed on
December 11 and 12 in advance of its date line, December 14, 1944. Titled
"Training Letter No. 5," with the salutary "Chaplains of the
Third Army," the letter continued: "At this stage of the operations I
would call upon the chaplains and the men of the Third United States Army to
focus their attention on the importance of prayer.
"Our glorious march
from the Normandy Beach across France to where we stand, before and beyond the
Siegfried Line, with the wreckage of the German Army behind us should convince
the most skeptical soldier that God has ridden with our banner. Pestilence and
famine have not touched us. We have continued in unity of purpose. We have had
no quitters; and our leadership has been masterful. The Third Army has no
roster of Retreats. None of Defeats. We have no memory of a lost battle to hand
on to our children from this great campaign.
"But we are not
stopping at the Siegfried Line. Tough days may be ahead of us before we eat our
rations in the Chancellery of the Deutsches Reich.
As chaplains it is
our business to pray. We preach its importance. We urge its practice. But the
time is now to intensify our faith in prayer, not alone with ourselves, but
with every believing man, Protestant, Catholic, Jew, or Christian in the ranks
of the Third United States Army.
Those who pray do
more for the world than those who fight; and if the world goes from bad to
worse, it is because there are more battles than prayers. 'Hands lifted up,'
said Bosuet, 'smash more battalions than hands that strike.' Gideon of Bible
fame was least in his father's house. He came from Israel's smallest tribe. But
he was a mighty man of valor. His strength lay not in his military might, but
in his recognition of God's proper claims upon his life. He reduced his Army
from thirty-two thousand to three hundred men lest the people of Israel would
think that their valor had saved them. We have no intention to reduce our vast
striking force. But we must urge, instruct, and indoctrinate every fighting man
to pray as well as fight. In Gideon's day, and in our own, spiritually alert
minorities carry the burdens and bring the victories.
"Urge all of your
men to pray, not alone in church, but everywhere. Pray when driving. Pray when
fighting. Pray alone. Pray with others. Pray by night and pray by day. Pray for
the cessation of immoderate rains, for good weather for Battle. Pray for the
defeat of our wicked enemy whose banner is injustice and whose good is
oppression. Pray for victory. Pray for our Army, and Pray for Peace.
"We must march
together, all out for God. The soldier who 'cracks up' does not need sympathy
or comfort as much as he needs strength. We are not trying to make the best of
these days. It is our job to make the most of them. Now is not the time to
follow God from 'afar off.' This Army needs the assurance and the faith that
God is with us. With prayer, we cannot fail.
"Be assured that
this message on prayer has the approval, the encouragement, and the
enthusiastic support of the Third United States Army Commander.
"With every good
wish to each of you for a very Happy Christmas, and my personal congratulations
for your splendid and courageous work since landing on the beach, I am,"
etc., etc., signed The Third Army Commander.
The timing of the Prayer
story is important: let us rearrange the dates: the "Prayer
Conference" with General Patton was 8 December; the 664th Engineer
Topographical Company, at the order of Colonel David H. Tulley, C.E., Assistant
to the Third Army Engineer, working night and day reproduced 250,000 copies of
the Prayer Card; the Adjutant General, Colonel Robert S. Cummings, supervised
the distribution of both the Prayer Cards and Training Letter No. 5 to reach
the troops by December 12-14. The breakthrough was on December 16 in the First
Army Zone when the Germans crept out of the Schnee Eifel Forest in the midst of
heavy rains, thick fogs, and swirling ground mists that muffled sound, blotted
out the sun, and reduced visibility to a few yards. The few divisions on the
Luxembourg frontier were surprised and brushed aside. They found it hard to
fight an enemy they could neither see nor hear. For three days it looked to the
jubilant Nazis as if their desperate gamble would succeed. They had achieved
compete surprise. Their Sixth Panzer Army, rejuvenated in secret after its
debacle in France, seared through the Ardennes like a hot knife through butter.
The First Army's VIII Corps was holding this area with three infantry divisions
(one of them new and in the line only a few days) thinly disposed over an
88-mile front and with one armored division far to the rear, in reserve. The
VIII Corps had been in the sector for months. It was considered a semi-rest
area and outside of a little patrolling was wholly an inactive position.
When the blow struck the
VIII Corps fought with imperishable heroism. The Germans were slowed down but
the Corps was too shattered to stop them with its remnants. Meanwhile, to the
north, the Fifth Panzer Army was slugging through another powerful prong along
the vulnerable boundary between the VIII and VI Corps. Had the bad weather
continued there is no telling how far the Germans might have advanced. On the
19th of December, the Third Army turned from East to North to meet the attack.
As General Patton rushed his divisions north from the Saar Valley to the relief
of the beleaguered Bastogne, the prayer was answered. On December 20, to the
consternation of the Germans and the delight of the American forecasters who
were equally surprised at the turn-about-the rains and the fogs ceased. For the
better part of a week came bright clear skies and perfect flying weather. Our
planes came over by tens, hundreds, and thousands. They knocked out hundreds of
tanks, killed thousands of enemy troops in the Bastogne salient, and harried
the enemy as he valiantly tried to bring up reinforcements. The 101st Airborne,
with the 4th, 9th, and 10th Armored Divisions, which saved Bastogne, and other
divisions which assisted so valiantly in driving the Germans home, will testify
to the great support rendered by our air forces. General Patton prayed for fair
weather for Battle. He got it.
It was late in January
of 1945 when I saw the Army Commander again. This was in the city of
Luxembourg. He stood directly in front of me, smiled: “Well, Padre, our
prayers worked. I knew they would.” Then he cracked me on the side of my
steel helmet with his riding crop. That was his way of saying, “Well
done.”>
(This article appeared as a government document in 1950. At the time it appeared
in the Review of the News, Msgr. O'Neill was a retired Brigadier General living in Pueblo,
Colorado.)
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