Amazing, uplifting story DG
Please forgive me for stealing your thunder, but in a strange way, this remnds me of my grandad. A member of the 7th Light Horse, AIF, he and another guy named Doyle at the very end of the war (1918) were the only two original members of the regiment that joined in 1914.
Towards the end, Doyle was leading a patrol, but this patrol was badly shot up, including Doyle. Someone tried to go to their aid, but got shot themselves. That evening, my grandfather rode out and saved two men, brougyht them back on his horse.
My grandad was never decorated for this, because the officers never knew about it. Doyle was the only other survivor, the other man died of wounds. But Doyle had been shot in the spine, and never walked again. I met him only once, when I was twelve. My granfather hated Anzac day, never marched, but sometimes he would travel to see Doyle in the nursing home. I met Doyle that way once, and he told me what my grandfather had done. My grandad, never talked about it.
They just dont make em like that anymore