Below decks, where heat and smoke choked the air, one sailor chose the flames. His courage saved a ship.
A convoy halted in fire and smoke outside Cam Lo. One Marine chose to be the shield.
A single pillbox stood between his company and the road to victory. He chose to take it alone.
On a frozen Korean hillside before dawn, a lone soldier stayed behind as his company withdrew. He chose to stand and fight so the others could live.
In the bitter winter fighting of eastern France, house by house, room by room, he drove the enemy back. He would not stop — even when it meant charging a machine gun alone.
An American platoon was surrounded in the streets of a French town. He ran straight into the counterattack.
A burning seaplane crashed beside his post at dawn. He ran toward the flames.
