Len Levinson

They love to fight and live to kill! Start with an insane sergeant with a genius for leadership and a lust for blood....

The world is their war zone! The war’s never over for the battle-toughened Rat Bastards. From one jungle hell to another, they strike raw terror and drive razor-sharp bayonets into the heart of their enemies....

Whoever controls New Guinea can turn the tide of the war. That’s why the Japs are mounting a bold sneak attack designed to wipe out the Americans. But the Rat Bastards know when and where the enemy plans to strike....

Slicing and stabbing hand-to-hand for the bloody booty of war. Ramming a hijacked truck through the hell of enemy lines. Escaping over water made choppy by hot Japanese bullets....

Send them out on leave and they’re a ragged band of losers who will tear any town apart. Bring them back and they’re the most effective bloodletting machine the Japanese have ever had to face....

No one - friend or foe - wants to take on this band of marauders. After all, they don’t call them the Rat Bastards for nothing....

He killed before he could shoot, kissed before he could love, won before he could lose. He was too green to live, too lucky to die. He was a natural, born to be a legend....

Friend or foe, stay out of their way....

When you want to win a battle, you get real men. When you want to win a war, you get The Rat Bastards....

He killed before he could shoot, kissed before he could love, won before he could lose. He was too green to live, too lucky to die....

He killed before he could shoot, kissed before he could love, won before he could lose....

On the dodge south of the border, Duane Braddock lands in a luxurious Mexican hacienda, where he befriends a powerful nobleman’s lonely wife....

Cutthroat Comancheros, wandering banditos, the Mexican Army, the Fourth Cavalry - and Miss Vanessa Fontaine - all want Duane Braddock....

He killed before he could shoot, kissed before he could love, won before he could lose. He was too green to live, too lucky to die....

They crawl through jungle. Claw through caves. Slog through swamps. Nothing can stop them. And every moment their minds are dominated by a single thought: kill, or die....

The joy of killing....

They’re bad news wherever they go. Slogging their way through steaming jungles choked with blood. Digging out from the stone-cold tunnels of an underground tomb. To them, death is just a sick joke....

For 12 years he rode as an officer of the United States Army. For one year he served as an apprentice warrior of the Apaches. Torn between two loyalties, Nathanial Barrington prays he has found the peace....

The quiet of the jungle is shattered by a single command....

In the North, a lanky lawyer named Abraham Lincoln was recovering from a brutal political setback. In the South, eloquent U.S. Senator Jefferson Davis was risking all in a race for governor....