Len Levinson

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

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

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

It’s hot in the jungle. And with the Rat Bastards, what’s hot becomes sheer hell. Prison can slow them down. Women can make them happy. But it’s killing that keeps them going....

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

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....

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....

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....

The joy of killing....

The enemy wants them dead. Their own side wants them to shape up. They’re the Rat Bastards. They steal. Lie. Kill....

Kamikaze Kill Sweep! The Rat Bastards face the deadliest battle of all as the war draws to an explosive end....

To the victor go no spoils in the bloody battle for New Guinea. This is the Rat Bastards’ kind of war. They don’t fight for glory, but for survival....

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....

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....

It is 1857. Under President James Buchanan, the battle lines for America’s coming conflagration are being violently drawn....

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....

It’s 1854. In the East, tension between North and South pulled the country apart, with a weak President helpless to stop it and Secretary of War Jefferson Davis following his own agenda....

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....

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....