Manlier than running into fire with only your sidearm, sustaining massive gunshot wounds, sewing up your wounds by hand without morphine in the midst of a hail of enemy fire, running half a mile backwards to retrieve a fallen Brother in arms who has been blown in half by 50cal machine gun fire, delivering him safely to the combat medics, taking out an enemy machine gun nest with 2 rounds from your .45 sidearm that as previously jammed up with mud, then with your last breath of life throwing yourself on a live grenade to save a brother in arms who is clearly a whimpering coward who will not contribute a thing to the victory effort