There’s actually eight commendations :
"Major Carlson is waiting for you as the Schley puts into pier.
Carlson pumps your hand as you disembark, his smile wide. “Excellent. Unbelievable! Whatever you are feeding your men, tell me and I’ll order it for the whole battalion. I’ve already transmitted the outline of your action and there’s a hint of a unit citation in the air. God knows I’m going to put you down for a personal merit and if you’ve got any individual recommendations, make them and I’ll see they stick.”
He notes your intact, if stained, uniform. “You got a lucky charm you like to rub?”
Your Marines swaggers off the Schley, snap you and Carlson a crisp salute that is decidedly at odds with their jungle torn fatigues.
Simmons is the last off the ship, pokes your captive, Ishiro, down the plank at the point of a bayonet.
Carlson raises an eyebrow as the troublesome enemy officer stiffly strides past. “He seems upset, for some reason…”
You achieved eight out of seven commendations. You’ve achieved an impossible victory!
Honestly, I didn’t think anyone could possibly accomplish this feat."