In the neat little rose garden outside the White House stood four infantry soldiers, rigidly at attention. Around them were ranged their solemn families, dignified generals, President Truman. In a hoarse voice, a major general read: "In the fierce charge . . . [he] bayoneted two enemy soldiers . . . despite vicious opposing fire . . . boldly continued on, throwing grenades, clubbing and bayoneting . . ."
The noon sun beat down on the hawklike face of Captain Lewis Millett of South Dartmouth, Mass., on husky, handsome Master Sergeant Stanley Adams of Olathe, Kans., on the nervous stare of Captain...
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