Medics in the aid station near Bastogne silently pitied the young paratrooper. A replacement, he had been grievously wounded in his first actiona shell fragment had sheared off his left arm just below the shoulder. But the kid wanted no sympathy. He wanted something more specific: "One of you guys go back and find my arm. There's a wrist watch on it I want to keep."
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