Fifteen men against two enemy companies. He stepped into the road and opened fire.
Two hundred attackers in the dark. One foxhole still firing. He held the line alone.
Machine gunners down. Grenade at his feet. He made the choice in a heartbeat.
Machine gun down. Enemy charging. He rose to his knees and held the line.
Shot three times while shielding a wounded Marine. He finished the job anyway.
Wounded once. Then twice. Then a third time. He kept crawling toward the fallen.
One hand gone. Then the other. He kept fighting until dawn.
