Clarence Sasser was a quiet kid from Rosharon, Texas

ground. Enemy fighters were attacking from three sides. Within the first few minutes, more than 30 soldiers were down. The water in the rice paddy turned red. The air smelled of fuel and burning metal.

Sasser jumped from his helicopter into chest-deep water and ran toward the wounded.

The first bullet hit him almost immediately.

He kept moving. He crawled continue reading …