When the only path forward was a narrow, fire-swept ridge, he chose to lead the way himself. Wounded again and again, he fought on until the enemy position was broken.
When his battalion stalled under deadly crossfire, he chose to carry orders himself. The next day, he led the assault that shattered enemy resistance and turned the battle.
Wounded, surrounded, and vastly outnumbered, he refused to yield. Standing atop a burning vehicle, he turned chaos into survival and defeat into victory.
Outnumbered thirteen to two, he attacked without hesitation. In a single ferocious engagement, he shattered an entire enemy formation.
Outnumbered, alone, and low on fuel, he chose to fight anyway. For half an hour, one fighter stood between a bomber force and destruction.
He ran headlong into machine-gun fire and a Tiger tank to save his platoon. One man’s relentless charge forced armor and infantry to break and withdraw.
With no weapon but his medical kit, he ran into a storm of fire to save the wounded. Even when his own body failed, his resolve did not.
