Reminds me of my Great-Uncle. Fighting Jerry in Antwerp, his small unit was forced to take cover in a cellar but unfortunately a grenade was lobbed in with them. My Great-Uncle decided that as he was wearing a flak vest, he would jump on top of the grenade. He saved the rest of the lads but his flak vest did not save him.
There is a small white cross in Antwerp where he is buried. I was named after him and it gives you a bit of a shiver seeing your own name on a grave (albeit, it's not your name).