“He used to carry a pair of moccasins in his bag with him. He would never tell anyone where he was going, but would just slip away in the night. The Germans thought he was a ghost or a devil. They could never figure out how he passed the lines and the sentries. He was deathly quiet. Instead of sneaking in and killing them, he would steal something, like a pair of shoes right off their feet. Or he would leave articles behind, like a calling card, just to let them know he had been there. Once in a while, he would kill one of them, slit their throat so as not to awaken anybody. When those Germans woke up and found one of their own lying dead in the midst of them, that’s when they got scared. They didn’t believe that Prince could be real, so they figured he must be an evil spirit or better yet the devil. We were known as the Devil’s Brigade to the Germans.”
— One of Tommy Prince’s comrades, describing his stealth behind enemy lines during the Second World War.