When young John Lebda waded ashore on that beach in North Africa during World War II, he had no idea he was walking into the biggest mess the world has ever seen. All he wanted was to find a way back home, but the road seemed to be a million miles long - across deserts, up mountains, over oceans and rivers, through many countries resembling hell. He knew he had the right stuff, but he had to have God on his side when the machine guns chattered, artillery crackled and bomb bursts were sent to put him down.