"I quote from the account of York's fight as contained in "Rank and File", by Theodore Roosevelt, 1928:
"The Germans by this time knew that the brunt of the battle was being borne by one American. They realized that they were not quick enough to kill him by frontal attack, so they sent an officer and seven men around his left flank to rush him. These crawled carefully through the brush until they were within 20 yards of him. Then with a yell, they sprang up and came at him on a dead run, their fixed bayonets flashing in the sun.
The magazine of cartridges in York's rifle was nearly exhausted and he had no time to reload. Dropping his Enfield he seized his automatic pistol (a 1911, .45 ACP). As they came lunging forward through the undergrowth, he fired. One after another, his foes pitched forward, and lay where they fell, huddled gray heaps in the tangled woods. Not only had York killed them all, but each time he had shot the man in the rear, in order that the others might not halt and fire a volley on seeing their comrade fall."
Eight shots. Eight center hits. Eight one-shot stops, in the time it takes to run 20 yards. That's what a great fighting man can do with a great pistol."