A machinegun pinned his platoon to the road. He stood up—and went straight at it alone.
In the darkness above Nha Trang Bay, his team climbed a sheer cliff to strike from above. What followed would test every limit of endurance and leadership.
After a night of relentless fighting, his squad finally rested. He stayed awake—and when the grenade came, he chose them.
Alone in the woods, he slipped ahead of his platoon and found the enemy waiting. Then he attacked.
There was no time to shout, no time to run. He saw the grenade, saw where it was headed, and chose to meet it himself.
The attack came without warning—gunfire and explosions ripping through the barracks. He had a clear path to safety… but turned back instead.
Surrounded and under fire from three sides, the wounded lay exposed. He ran into it—again and again—refusing to leave anyone behind.
