On a May afternoon in 1943, an
Army Air Forces bomber crashed into the Pacific Ocean and disappeared,
leaving only a spray of debris and a slick of oil, gasoline, and blood.
Then, on the ocean surface, a face appeared. It was that of a young
lieutenant, the plane's bombardier, who was struggling to a life raft.
So began one of the most extraordinary odysseys of the Second World War.
The lieutenant's name was Louis
Zamperini. In boyhood, he'd been a cunning and incorrigible delinquent.
As a teenager, he had channeled his defiance into running, discovering a
prodigious talent that had carried him to the Berlin Olympics. But when
war had come, the athlete had become an airman, embarking on a journey
that led to his doomed flight, a tiny raft, and a drift into the
unknown.
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