Leaders down. Perimeter collapsing. He stood up and charged the machine gun.
Twenty meters from the enemy. A grenade at his head. He pulled it to his chest.
Eight grenades thrown back. The ninth exploded in his hand. He never left his patient.
Pinned down under savage fire. He rushed the pillbox alone — and kept climbing.
Machine guns on the ridge. Grenades in the trench. He covered the blast with his own body.
A single step triggered the mine. One more step kept it from killing everyone else.
A battalion-sized assault. Grenades inside the bunker. He used his body as the shield.
