John basilone death

"I saw her as I came down the serving line.  She was dark - Italian or Spanish kind of dark.  Black hair, dark eyes, and she walked around like she owned the place ... At first it was just a look between us.  There was nothing on it.  No wink or smile like we knew something special between us.  It was just her looking at me from a distance taking stock of me and me looking back at her.  I nodded and she might have nodded, or not, but she wasn't falling all over herself, to get to know me.  I liked this girl.  She was tough.  And she was a sergeant, the rules again

Where is john basilone's medal of honor