*Sam*

I didn't fight hard and hold the line, survive a night in a cave, and survive another night waiting for a doctor on the grass under a tree just to have this man say he's going to take my leg. I won't have it.

"Soldier, we don't have a choice," he insists. "It's been two days with this gunshot wound now. Even if it missed the bone, it's bound to be infected!"

"You haven't even looked at it properly," I argue. The man is clearly exhausted, and I don't blame him ...