I didn’t even care that they took my leg. They could have taken all of me. I just needed to not be the only one to survive. Seeing the resentment in their families’ faces became unbearable. They loved me like a son but wanted me to be the one they were grieving for. I suppose that in the end the only way I could get through it was to bury it. Shut all the pain off. But the honest truth is that sometimes I wish I were the one they put in the ground.”
