Through the rain a company of battle-seasoned Philippine Scouts slopped up toward the Bataan front, rifles aslant. Against the downpour they held their heads high. They had a reason. Leading them, just out of the hospital and headed for more Japs, was their company commander, Captain Arthur Wermuth of Chicago, the One-Man Army of Bataan (TIME, Feb. 23).
Heavy-footed, unbashful Captain Wermuth splashed great spurts from the puddies as he strode, and the front files grinned at his equipment: a tommy gun slung across his back, two revolvers (he does not trust automatics) snugged by their horsehide lanyards to his long...