Jim was my buddy. If ever there was a "soldering fool," that was Jim. He was spit and polish from head to toe. Walking down the street in his dress uniform, he sparkled and caught the ladies' eyes.
That night on patrol, Jim was lead man. He motioned us on, and we took his directions like he was a general.
At midnight flares popped and the sand dunes around us lit up. Mortars came down like rain.
Jim took hits, fell to his knees. "Get 'em all!" he yelled, killing fifteen enemy before going down. He won the Medal of Honor.
That night on patrol, Jim was lead man. He motioned us on, and we took his directions like he was a general.
At midnight flares popped and the sand dunes around us lit up. Mortars came down like rain.
Jim took hits, fell to his knees. "Get 'em all!" he yelled, killing fifteen enemy before going down. He won the Medal of Honor.
