Carlo glanced at Paolo and nodded his head at Bob. “Paláran,” he said barely audibly. “Paláran,” Paolo repeated, smiling and nodding his head affirmatively. When night had fallen and each was lying on a crude mat fashioned of fronds and leaves, Bob whispered into the darkness, “Paolo . . .” “Yes, Captain?” “What does ‘paláran’ mean?” “It means ‘fortunate.’ Carlo says you are a lucky man, and I have to agree with him.”
Bob Hanson has it all—wealth, a beautiful girlfriend, and a comfortable future on the family horse farm. But he leaves it all behind when World War II beckons America’s best to the battlefield. Bob becomes a pilot, flying mission after mission before he’s shot down in the South Pacific. Rescued by islanders, he escapes from the Japanese and earns his nickname, Paláran. Back at home after the war, he begins to regain his old life. Engaged to the vivacious Nancy Garner, he struggles to make his own way as an oil wildcatter. But a pre-war good deed comes back to haunt him as hot-eyed Maria re-enters his life. Bob’s whole world is in crisis—will his luck hold?