Heroic Marine sacrifices himself by jumping on a grenade to protect a comrade, awarded the Medal of Honor

You may have heard the name William Kyle Carpenter, but there is no denying that he embodies the spirit of an American hero.

At just 21 years old, Kyle reached the rank of Lance Corporal in the United States Marine Corps and was deployed to Afghanistan in 2010.

During a fierce firefight, a grenade landed dangerously close to him and another Marine. Without hesitation, Kyle jumped into action – a decision that would not only reveal his extraordinary courage, but would change the course of his life forever. He jumped onto the grenade, using his body to shield his fellow Marines from the blast.

In this selfless act, he risked everything to save a life. The explosion left Kyle with severe injuries. His body was riddled with shrapnel and he suffered catastrophic damage to his skull and face. He lost part of his jaw, one of his lungs collapsed, and upon arrival back at Camp Bastion, he was declared PEA (Patient Deceased on Arrival).

Miraculously, Kyle was still alive.

Over the next two years, he underwent an incredible forty surgeries to treat his injuries. His brave actions earned him the Purple Heart and he was later awarded the prestigious Medal of Honor by President Barack Obama. Today, Kyle is retired from the military and is pursuing a degree at the University of South Carolina.

He is a true American hero. Watch the video below to learn more about Kyle’s extraordinary journey. Please share to honor a man who selflessly put himself in danger to protect others.

My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling

I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.

They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.

When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.

Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.

The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.

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