The brain’s a funny thing

I instinctively put my hand on my thigh (I don’t recall there being any sensation of pain) and it felt icy cold. I lifted it up to have a look but that’s all I remember; although I remained conscious (I found out afterwards) everything from that moment on is a blank.

My next conscious memory is of lying on a gurney in a small hospital room (several hours later) waiting to be taken through for surgery. The door opened to admit a British soldier, a colonel. He came in, closed the door behind him and stepped forward to introduce himself.

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