With half his platoon down, he moved through enemy fire to save the wounded. Then he handed off his radio, charged the ambush alone, and never stopped fighting.
Twice he flew into the deadliest air defenses over Haiphong to shield the strike force below. Even with a crippled, burning aircraft, he pressed the attack before turning away.
Wounded once, then twice, then three times, he still refused to yield the hill. When his men carried him to safety, he ordered them to leave him and turned back to the fight.
Three wounded men lay in front of an enemy machine gun no one could reach. He ran into the fire three separate times—and then led the attack.
When wounded Americans were trapped behind enemy bunkers, daylight rescue had failed. That night, he led volunteers straight into the darkness and fought bunker to bunker to bring them home.
When the enemy surged into the line, he met them with bayonet and machine gun fire. When ordered to withdraw, he stayed behind alone and fought until the position was overrun.
When the line was ordered back, he stayed behind alone with his machine gun. When the hill was retaken, nearly one hundred enemy dead lay before his final position.
