 Your commentator is James Coyle. At Cairo, within shadow of the ancient pyramids where Rammel's African offensive was crushed, the fate of Japan is resolved by China, the United States, and Great Britain. Prime Minister Churchill confers with Madame Chiang Kai-shek who attends the conference as interpreter for her husband, China's Generalissimo. Here for the first time, Chinese, American, and British plan their strategy on a unified basis for future thrusts at Nippon, thrusts to eventually seal Japan's fate. From Egypt, the war-meeting ship to the heavily guarded Soviet embassy in Iran, where Russia's Joseph Stulley makes his military debut on foreign soil. He joins President and Prime Minister to plan present and future strategy against Hitler and his aggressor allies. Joint Chiefs of Staff and the Prime Minister's daughter, Sarah Churchill Oliver, of the WAAF attend. President Roosevelt introduces Mrs. Oliver to Stalin. Then follows an historic ceremony. The Prime Minister presents Marshal Stalin with a sword of honor, a gift from his sovereign to the heroic people of Stalingrad. The President admires the symbol of solidarity. Your commentator is Ray Hamlin. The hard road to Tokyo, an American armada laden with United States Marines, steams ahead to Tarawa. Before the dawn of battle, chaplains lead our men in prayer. Then from the peace of prayer, the roar of battle ensues. These are peppered with gunfire, protect our vessels from lurking enemy submarines. Star warships unleash a tremendous pre-landing bombardment. Then thousands of rounds of ammunition are loaded into barges. The first wave of attacking Marines starts towards shore in amphibious tractors and landing boats under a terrific naval barrage to shield them from enemy fire. Tons of aerial bombs are rained upon Tarawa's waterfront and beach heads and shorelights up like the crack of doom. Our heavily manned landing craft as naval gunfire mounts to an unbelievable crescendo of thunder, smoke and fire. The Marines press on toward shore unaware that the coral reef that skirts Tarawa will not allow close landing. Landing boats are abandoned as the Marines are forced to wait ashore under terrific crossfire from jet machine gunners and snipers. First assault battalions are cut to ribbons but wave after wave of Marines continues to land and forge ahead to battle down the strongly entrenched enemy. Here in a bearable no man's land 4,000 Imperial Jap Marines fight to the last against our uncoming leather neck. Here at an appalling cost of life our men seek to rest this all important island from the enemy who seized it from a few missionaries shortly after the Jap's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. Jap kill boxes are blown up along with the enemy's permanent concrete gun shelters sunken 20 feet into the ground. The shell shattered terrain is strewn with enemy casualties. On every hilltop, Jap's are entrenched ready and waiting for the assault hold in a bomb-poked shelter pouring an incessant rain of steel and a stronghold. The shore goes into action. Jap's in a pillbox are crowned and distraught landing boats bringing reinforcements raced through the choppy sea to land on the beach head as the intensity of the battle increases. On the second day the battle reaches its venomous height. Back in the island's desolate waste our men waged a grimace battle the Marines have ever fought. The wounded receive constant care and reportedly return the maimed in suffering behind the battle lines for emergency treatment and life-giving plasma. And here in the thick of battle a fearless cameraman photographs a stirring and dramatic episode. Another concrete enemy pillbox is discovered a sunken fortification from which the Jap's sniped many a brave Marine. Cautiously the Marines stalk the enemy with guns held in readiness but the guns and marks of all the Jap's have been still. For three days and three nights the battle rages a battle that ranked with the most bitter and concentrated engagement in all American military history. Crossfire sweeps the trees like a tropical hurricane. Millions of bullets hundreds of tons of explosives pour into the stubborn Japanese. Every yard of Jap's position is raked by fire and shots. United States gunfire is ceasefire. And here in the heat of battle we see a group of frightened, terror-stricken Jap's rushing to a safe haven which they never attain and Marine General Smith who led the attack. As the crescendo of battle lessens a frightened kid, the only living thing for acres around, emerges into the light and a battle-scarred Marine meekly shares his canteen with a helpless creature. This smiling Marine exhibits a near miss. Paraguay is one but the record is grim. 1,026 gallons Marines will never return. 2,557 are wounded. The price of victory was high and might have been greater had not the heroism of the attacking Marines overcome the unexpected waterfront hazards that took such a devastating toll. The surviving men return to the shore carrying their wounded. Others march to camp over the shattered Sam dunes and beneath the shell-rake coconut palm out of the Holocaust of war into the warmth of a tropical sun. Taro war was impregnable that Jap's claim but they forgot to tell it to the Marines. Grim faces past Lieutenant Colonel Arnold Johnston who salutes his surviving comrades. At Guadacanal the United States Marines give full glory on enemy soil and now at Taro war the unfurl our symbol of victory a victory second to none in the annals of courage, daring and heroism always faithful to the traditions of their core and their country.