The men who fought with me got decorated, too for dying. So, the lieutenant was killed the night before. None of the sergeants even made it out of the landing crafts. That left me in charge. It was my first command. Orders were to hold some shitty swamp marsh on the ass-end of nowhere. And I did. All of the men under my command men who trusted me, who begged me, to pull back, not one of them made it. Just one stupid asshole. And for that, they gave me the Silver Star.