The success of the entire mission depended on one man. Even as he was dying, he forced himself back to the bombsight.
The platoon was trapped in a kill zone, pinned down by fire from every direction. He stood up—and charged straight into it.
A tunnel entrance hid the enemy below—and death at its mouth. When the grenades came, he made his choice in an instant.
Across open ground swept by enemy fire, he carried the wounded on his back. Then he turned around and went back again.
A machinegun pinned his platoon to the road. He stood up—and went straight at it alone.
In the darkness above Nha Trang Bay, his team climbed a sheer cliff to strike from above. What followed would test every limit of endurance and leadership.
After a night of relentless fighting, his squad finally rested. He stayed awake—and when the grenade came, he chose them.
