Written in a vigorous masculine style, this is the story of a professional marine, David Martin, a young Texan lieutenant who bears the stigmata of Mexican blood and bastardy. Fiercely dedicated to the Corps, he, in the spirit of his outfit, assumes the roughest, most dangerous and agonizing details. Already wounded in combat, he undertakes a mission in which he believes, but which actually serves no purpose but to get an opportunistic enlisted man off the hook. Spiritually, physically, and emotionally exhausted, he succumbs to a wound no bigger than that inflicted by the spear in Christ's side, and on a desolate Korean battleground, Lieutenant David Martin ends his passion. The Korean war, somewhat anticlimactic to World War II, obscure, costly, and devoid of martial glamor, provides an accent of irony to this grim but respectful account of marine warfare. Not rich enough in character nor event to capture the general market, this will appeal primarily to the masculine devotee of war stories. Its symbolic significance is negligible.