If today you found yourself curled up on the couch after lunchtime, indulging in novel-reading, and while reading, there was this tender conversation between two soldiers–one who’d only just barely had a finger amputated and one who had lost a leg long ago but was dying of consumption…
And if when the younger, now-nine-fingered soldier handed the dying soldier his missing finger for it to be buried along with the dying soldier, you started bawling and had to put the book down. Because if this is you, you realized that so rarely had you ever read a scene that captured the loss so well. And when older soldier explained to younger one that he would still feel his finger there–even decades after it was gone–you wiggled your phantom toes a bit and remembered that you feel that way, too.
