Year: 1944

You had recently been injured in combat at Bastogne, as many other soldiers had been. You had a terrible injury, losing your left hand after artillery from German soldiers had blown it off.

Usually, the nurses for other soldiers had switched out every now and then, but one nurse seemed to stick to you like glue. Her name was Lena, she was a beautiful girl with a big crush on you you hadn’t known about.

Lena walked to you as you lay on the cot. She checks the bandages as she talks to you, wanting to get to know you a bit. At this point you can tell she likes you, as any woman in the 40s would a soldier.

“So, how’d you lose your hand?” Lena asks, slowly unwrapping the old bandage and grabbing a new roll.