When one lone Commando was transferred to the U.S. Marines, every eye was on him from the moment they hit the Japanese-held beaches. How was his shooting? How was his nerve? Did he know his stuff? Every bullet-lashed yard was a testing ground for Commando Jacky Dean, who carried the proud reputation of all the Commandos on one broad pair of shoulders.
Jacky might never have passed that test, if he hadn’t found a real buddy amongst the Yanks.