They were like nothing so much as lean, hungry, grey wolves. Grey with fear and exhaustion, lean with hardship, and hungry for blood -- the blood of the Japanese who forced them to live like hunted beasts. They were men who had survived the invasion of Burma, and fought on in small bands hidden in the jungles, living on borrowed time.
And to men like these they sent, as a replacement sergeant, John Hadley, tall, good-looking, peacetime singing star. You can imagine how they felt. And you can imagine what a fighting fool John had to become before men like these would accept him.