I met my step-son, Ken, when he was about 20 years old. He and I became good friends. I have always known him to be honorable, fiercely loyal and protective.
He is currently in the Army and just returned from Afghanistan. He was involved in an "incident" where his armored vehicle was blown up by a mine. His father and I have seen the pictures. There is no way that anyone could have survived that.
He did and so did 3 others. He woke up after the blast and when he realized what had happened, he became instantly alert. He managed to get himself out of the vehicle. Then he did what was necessary to help his buddies out. He sustained burns when he reached in to pull them out.
When my husband was finally able to speak to him after the incident, he asked "Son, what were you thinking? You were injured and should have taken care of yourself."
Ken answered the only way he could, truthfully. "Dad, those guys with me were just kids, even injured I knew that if I didn't do anything they would not have survived".
He is my hero.