Clarence Sasser was a quiet kid from Rosharon, Texas

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For five hours, Clarence Sasser dragged his broken body through that rice paddy.

When he couldn’t pull himself another inch, he stopped crawling — but he didn’t stop working. He shouted instructions across the noise, teaching wounded men how to tie their own tourniquets, how to apply pressure, how to stay conscious. A bullet grazed his back. Enemy continue reading …