Back when I was a kid, and going to school during the days, I worked at night as a security guard with an older, retired gentleman who was missing three fingers on his left hand, and walked with a limp.
One night I asked him how he lost them, assuming a woodworking accident.
He went on to tell me the story of his WW2 service as a Marine, and his involvement in the Pacific Island hopping campaign. He had taken part in several landings, and had finally been wounded on Iwo by shrapnel, losing his fingers, as well as a big chunk of his calf muscle. His account of his time in service, and what he went thru and seen was sobering, to say the least. He appeared to just be a quiet old retiree, but heroes are where you find them. He was mustered out after the injuries on Iwo, with two Purple Hearts, and a Silver Star. I'll never forget his accounts of what he went thru.
Larry