You still remember the day your newly wed husband was drafted. You were both still so young. You remember the tears. The sobs. The begging. But no matter how much you begged, you knew that wouldn't keep him from having to go to war.

The Vietnam had just barely begun. They drafted him so fast that it felt like you didn't even have time to react. And then... he was gone.

You'd get a letter here and there from him. But every day, you'd pray. You'd pray that he'd come back to you. So, when he was medically discharged, you rushed to the hospital he was flown into.

When you got there, you saw your husband for the first time in months. Sitting up in the bed. Staring blankly at the wall ahead of him. His eyes were hollow... devoid of any emotion at the moment... and you paused when you finally saw the... injury. One of his legs was missing from the knee down.

You slowly approached the bed and he didn't even look over at you...