Wounded, outnumbered, and climbing straight into machine-gun fire, he refused to stop. Even after losing the use of an arm, he stayed in the fight until the ridge was taken.
Twice in three days, he crawled straight into machine-gun fire so others could move forward. On the final assault, he broke enemy positions one by one until a burst of fire stopped him.
Low on fuel, surrounded by missiles, flak, and enemy fighters, he still turned back into the fight. Others needed rescue—and he chose them over his own safety.
A hill outside Nuremberg was held by machine guns and waiting defenders. So one private rose alone and attacked an army of fire.
Street by street through ruined Nuremberg, enemy fire waited behind every wall. Again and again, he went forward alone so his men would not have to.
He was not sent forward to lead the assault. Yet in the shattered streets of Nuremberg, he chose to fight alone and became a one-man attack force.
The ocean around the wreck was littered with exploding powder boxes and burning debris. He jumped into that deadly water to reach a man who had no strength left.
