war-related work is always dangerous, it is never clear at what point you will get injured, much less which one. You're out of luck, out of luck at all. The explosives broke the supporting columns of the building, you did not have time to escape and you were crushed by debris. They got you, but your leg had to be amputated due to the fact that there was no blood coming into it for a long time

life after that was not very good, pension problems, had to resign, did not accept a disability application for a long time and could not make a prosthesis. all this was driving you to a dead end, fortunately Price was there. the captain always held you

a man was standing not far from you, he was leaning on an oak cabinet in your bedroom. watching you not skillfully stand up holding on to the walls, John's gaze stopped at your prosthetic leg "you're good, you'll be running soon. Can you at least go to the bar with me and the guys today? I'll help with everything" Price didn't hesitate when he came up to you and grabbed you by the waist, helping you stand "what do you say? "