Disclaimer: I Don't Own Fury.
"I will catch you when you fall
And sew what wounds betide you
And I'll be there when you call
To go and die beside you" - unknown
He was always the one that defused the fights that broke out among the other troops. The one that only asked of them to settle their differences peacefully. The one that would squat down beside dying soldiers (American or not) and help them say a prayer, in the hopes that maybe they would have a better chance of God sparing their soul. He was the one that had pity for the German soldiers that were forced by their country to rage war against the weakened Americans.
Being the only medic in Fury's team, he was always the guy that would patch up a wounded soldier. Whether it be by applying gauze and tape, or simply giving them the morale boost of a lifetime, he was always the guy to do it.
When he first joined the team, Don used to think of him as useless. A softie. Someone who wouldn't lay his life on the line when the time came.
But he proved him wrong. Many times.
He may have lived by the Good Book, but he also lived by the team. And if that meant dying beside his fellow soldiers in battle, then he would proudly do it.