This is the story of Ernie Pyle, America's best loved war correspondent. The story begins with him sat among clumps of sword grass on a steep and rocky hillside that their infantry unit had just taken. He is watching a thin line of soldiers on a narrow path which winds like a ribbon, down a long slope, across a creek, up a slope and over another hill. Those men had fought hard, eaten little, never washed, and slept hardly at all - and Ernie is writing for his column, and for the people who wait anxiously at home for news of their loved ones...