Ishilove: The White Death, Audie Murphy and the Indian dude are the epitome of 'badassery'. I really don't understand Mad Jack's accomplishments. That guy was psycho. . I also find it ironic that York the pacifist turned out to be a killing machine. Kill or be killed. Desperate times bring out the savage in man.

The lesson I have learnt from this post is war is a terrible thing.

musKeeto:

http://www.history.ac.uk/reviews/review/1009

Ishilove: The White Death, Audie Murphy and the Indian dude are the epitome of 'badassery'. I really don't understand Mad Jack's accomplishments. That guy was psycho. . I also find it ironic that York the pacifist turned out to be a killing machine. Kill or be killed. Desperate times bring out the savage in man.

The lesson I have learnt from this post is war is a terrible thing.

bolaino: white death is a natural born killer, no wonder he tops the list. white death rocks.

Burger01:
I read it twice! he rocks manh!

pendusky: . white death rocks.

nassyblue: Some of these stories are exagerated jare

LarrySun: #2. Alvin York (Image 1)

Who Was He?

Born to a family of redneck farmers from Tennessee, Alvin York spent much
of his youth getting piss drunk in bars and getting into crazy barfights. When
his friend got killed in one of the aforementioned barfights, he swore off the
liquor, and became a pacifist. When he received his draft notice in 1917, York
filed as a "conscientious objector" but was denied. They shipped his *ss out to basic training.

About a year later, he was one of 17 men designated to sneak around and take out a fortified machine-gun encampment guarding a German railroad. As they were approaching, the gunners spotted them and opened fire, tearing nine of the men to pieces.

What's left of York's troupe (Image 2).

The few survivors that didn't have enormous balls of steel ran away, leaving
York standing there taking fire from 32 heavy machine gunners. As he said in his diary,

"I didn't have time to dodge behind a tree or dive into the brush, I didn't even
have time to kneel or lie down. I had no time no how to do nothing but watch
them-there German machine gunners and give them the best I had. Every
time I seed a German I just touched him off. At first I was shooting from a
prone position; that is lying down; just like we often shoot at the targets in the shooting matches in the mountains of Tennessee; and it was just about the same distance. But the targets here were bigger. I just couldn't miss a
German's head or body at that distance. And I didn't."

After he killed the first 20 men or so, a German lieutenant got five guys
together to try to take this guy from the side. York pulled out his Colt .45
(which only had eight bullets) and killed all of them with it, a practice he
likened to "shoot[ing] wild turkeys back home ." (Image 3)

At this point lieutenant Paul Jurgen Vollmer yelled out over the noise asking if York was English. See, in WWI, no one really took the Americans very
seriously, and everyone thought of them as the rookies. Vollmer figured this
crazy/awesome/ballsy soldier must be some kind of English superman who
was showing these sissy Americans how it was done. When York said he was American, Vollmer replied "Good Lord! If you won't shoot any more I will make them give up."

Ten minutes later, 133 men came walking towards the remains of York's
battalion. Lieutenant Woods, York's superior at first thought it was a German
counter-attack until he saw York, who saluted and said "Corporal York reports with prisoners, sir." When the stunned officer asked how many, York replied "Honest, Lieutenant, I don't know."