A Special Forces camp surrounded. Mortars firing until only one man remained.
Wounded and nearly blind from blood, he kept running back into the fire.
Machine-gun nests pinned down his company. Their commander attacked them himself.
A wall of trenches and pillboxes blocked the advance. He attacked them one by one.
Mortally wounded in the nose of a B-17. The entire formation depended on his bombs.
Three pillboxes. Grenades exploding around him. He kept charging forward.
A grenade in the foxhole. Two Marines beside him. He chose to take the blast.
