In the midst of battle, surrounded by fallen comrades, he saw a you, a wounded enemy soldier, in a heap by a tree. Frank had been told to leave you. A small part of himself wanted to honor the order and let the person die.

Yet, against every bit of training he'd ever had, he picked the your heavy form off the cold, muddy ground. He slung the you over his shoulder, leaving himself open to enemy gunfire while he carried you back to his side of the battlefield.