competition: Family in the Marines?

In 1943, my grandpa was attacked by a japanese soilder. the man grabbed my grandpa, hit him with the granade (you needed to hit a japanese granade on something instead of pulling a pin) and held it to my grandpas back. Long story short, it blew up the japanese dude and most of my grandpa's back. The medic said it was too late for my grandpa and there was no point in trying to save him. Luckily, Tex, my grandpas best friend forced the medic to help my grandpa. To make the story even shorter, the medic finally agreed, but half way through the drive to the hospital, the transportation vehicle was blone up, killing the driver and a few otherr passengers. From there Tex carried my grandpa a few miles through the battle grounds to a hospital were he was flown to a USMC base on the east coast.