Million Miles to Go

About the Book

When young John Lebda waded ashore on that beach in North Africa during World War II, he had no idea he was walking into the biggest mess the world has ever seen. All he wanted was to find a way back home, but the road seemed to be a million miles long - across deserts, up mountains, over oceans and rivers, through many countries resembling hell. He knew he had the right stuff, but he had to have God on his side when the machine guns chattered, artillery crackled and bomb bursts were sent to put him down.

About the Author

I was born in the coal mining region in the hills of Pennsylvania. Before devoting myself to the defense of the world with the military, I was a hunter, trapper, woodsman, farmer, sportsman and coal miner where I was trained in the use of explosives. I was a pure outdoorsman. I never had the desire to author a book, but during and after the war, I had an insatiable urge to tell the world why so many young men died because of blunders. Inept leadership often put us in situations where we could never win, as in Kasserine Pass, Tunisia. Most generals and staff were good leaders but there were those glory hunters like Clark, Anderson, and Montgomery who had no regard for precious life. History would remember the generals but the sacrificed young lives would only appear on grave markers or perhaps a legend, 'HERE LIES IN HONORED GLORY, A SOLDIER KNOWN BUT TO GOD".