Were you ever told a war-story that made you feel very humble?

Its been a year since my father passed away, and reading over the remarks and awards section on his 214, I remember a story he told me, that made me feel very special, and very, very, blessed.
You see, when my father was a teenager, he was a Marine on an island called Guadalcanal. While taking point, he was hit and unable to get to his feet. Behind him were about a dozen other Marines. He thought, at some point, he was going to die, so he simply waved them back, but they didn't go. Instead, another Marine came for him, and died within two feet of him. A heartbeat later, another Marine came towards him, under fire from the Japanese, and he died as well.
At that point, my father said he was screaming for them to leave him, because he didn't want any more Marines to die for him, when he says, out of nowhere comes this 'itty-bitty' little Corpsman... but keep in mind, my father was 6'5, so pretty much everyone was itty bitty to him. The Corpsman didn't even flinch as rounds chewed up the area, He somehow jerked my father up by one arm and tossed him over his back, galloping back towards cover, half-dragging my father with him.
I remember just sitting there, staring at this old man, who blinked back tears for just a moment, He gave this tiny smile, "So, you could say, you have four fathers instead of one... three Marines and a Corpsman..."