It's another of those short features produced in the late 1950s about WWII dog tired dog soldiers slogging along (here, notionally Tunisia), facing boredom and danger and the occasional German Master Race officer. Burt Topper, who wrote as well as directed, clearly had something in the back of his head that he could get into the script, because there are some moments of clear tension, despite my annoyance at the dead cliches and the blaring and obvious score.
Perhaps it was a matter of the performers being better than the material. As is usual fr an AIP production, the cast is populated by people whose name no one would recognize at the time, people who could be hired for little money. Usually I recognize a name or three, but here they were all strangers to me, most of them performers who have three credits and then silence. Perhaps they went back to the theater and made a living. Perhaps they gave up and went home to run the family business. Hollywood is a magnet that attracts far more good actors than it can use.