Two wounded Marines lay exposed. A bunker poured fire. He stood up so they could live.
A faulty grenade. Seconds to decide. He chose his men over himself.
In an unarmed light aircraft over the jungles near Dalat, he saw the ambush forming below. Instead of turning away, he dove into it.
A mortar round tore through the aircraft in the night sky over Long Binh. Inside the shattered cargo bay, a live flare burned.
Pinned down by enemy machineguns in the jungles of Luzon, his platoon could not move. He rose and attacked alone.
In a rice paddy thick with tall grass, the enemy waited in ambush. He went straight into them.
An infiltrating sapper squad moved toward the heart of the base. He chose to meet them head-on.
