In the darkness of the jungle, a reconnaissance patrol suddenly came under attack. Already gravely wounded, their platoon leader made a final, selfless decision that saved his men.
Deep in enemy-held territory, an eight-man reconnaissance patrol was suddenly surrounded by a numerically superior force. Their young platoon commander refused to yield—calling in fire, leading assaults, and staying until the last man was lifted out.
Pinned down under devastating fire on a frozen Korean hillside, one young officer refused to let his men falter. He led from the front—twice charging alone into enemy guns.
For four days on Corregidor, one paratrooper refused to yield ground to a determined enemy. Alone, wounded, and nearly out of ammunition, he kept fighting.
Pinned to the earth by a storm of automatic fire, his squad could not move. He stood up anyway.
Enemy guns lined the harbor. The sea was rough, the wind nearly dead, and his flying boat was already overloaded. He turned back anyway.
Into mined, uncharted, rock-strewn waters he drove his submarine—knowing escape would require a full-speed run through the same deadly channel. He gave the order anyway: “Battle station—torpedoes!â€
