In the bitter winter fighting of eastern France, house by house, room by room, he drove the enemy back. He would not stop — even when it meant charging a machine gun alone.
An American platoon was surrounded in the streets of a French town. He ran straight into the counterattack.
A burning seaplane crashed beside his post at dawn. He ran toward the flames.
In the darkness of a Vietnam night, a single grenade threatened to erase an entire patrol. He chose to be the shield
Outnumbered, outgunned, and alone in the frozen skies near the Yalu River, he chose to attack anyway. Friendly aircraft on the ground would live because he did not turn away.
In the broken terrain near An Hoa, a young Marine stood fully exposed to enemy fire so others could live. He did not step back. He stepped forward.
Unarmed and under constant fire, he ran toward the wounded again and again. When told a man could not be reached, he went anyway.
