Pinned down under savage fire. He rushed the pillbox alone — and kept climbing.
Machine guns on the ridge. Grenades in the trench. He covered the blast with his own body.
A single step triggered the mine. One more step kept it from killing everyone else.
A battalion-sized assault. Grenades inside the bunker. He used his body as the shield.
Two squads pinned down. Machine guns tearing them apart. One soldier stood up and charged.
Wounded once. Then twice. Then three times. He kept crawling toward the fallen.
One bazooka. Sixteen enemy positions. An entire defensive sector shattered by one Marine.
