Private Frankie Horton was far from the best soldier ever to serve in the Eighth Army. His rifle was likely to be the dirtiest and his uniform the scruffiest in his squad. He also had a tendency to dream, particularly about being a magician - an ambition he had had since childhood.
No-one would have believed it if they were told that, thanks to Frankie, an almost certain German victory in North Africa would be averted.
Not even Frankie. And he believed in magic.
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