Wounded once. Then twice. Then a third time. He kept crawling toward the fallen.
One hand gone. Then the other. He kept fighting until dawn.
Pinned in a shell hole. A grenade at their feet. He dove onto it without hesitation.
Half the company down. Communications cut. He crawled to another machine gun and kept firing.
Shot through the hand. Shot through the chest. He climbed onto a tank and kept firing.
An explosive charge in the dark. He caught it — and carried it away from his Marines.
Leaders down. Perimeter collapsing. He stood up and charged the machine gun.
