Wizened, wiry Jimmy Baldassare's parents died when he was eleven. He roamed the streets of Manhattan's East Side, saw many things a little boy should never see. As a Regular Army soldier in World War I, he saw a lot more of the brutal side of life & death. But he never saw, or felt, or even imagined the sort of things that happened after he was captured by the Japanese in the Philippines during World War II. Beaten, kicked, unspeakably abused, he swore to stay alive to see the Japs humbled....
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