R.H.D.hunted men in Cuba.

He hunted for wounded men who were out in front of the trenches and still under fire, and found some of them and brought them in.

The Rough Riders didn't make him an honorary member of their regiment just because he was charming and a faithful friend, but largely because they were a lot of daredevils and he was another.
To hear him talk you wouldn't have thought that he had ever done a brave thing in his life.

He talked a great deal, and he talked even better than he wrote (at his best he wrote like an angel), but I have dusted every corner of my memory and cannot recall any story of his in which he played a heroic or successful part.

Always he was running at top speed, or hiding behind a tree, or lying face down in a foot of water (for hours!) so as not to be seen.