[ WP ] You lost your arm during a war and you 've discovered a way to get it replaced .

I never thought I'd had it again. 
 
 When the wounds from the gunshots had festered and recovery impossible, When the only two alternatives were a hasty field amputation bereft of anesthesia or death by infection. 
 
 When I got back home and saw the look in their eyes, as they saw the ravaged stump. The pity, the sorrow, and finally, a measure of disgust. 
 
 It changed me, I'd thought about it ofcourse, but only the physical aspect, the tying of shoe laces and holding of cups. The typing on keyboards and usage of a mouse. 
 
 Now cruel reality had forced me realize that the implications of losing a limb, losing a part of you go far further, that they creep into every aspect of your being, every aspect of who you are. 
 
 And now, I was told I could have it all back. 
 
 Bionics, Advanced prosthetics, Call it what you will, I do n't really care much, never did for the sciency stuff. 
 
 A limb that could feel, A limb that could move the way a real arm would. A limb that would differ only in material not in function. 
 
 ( Sorry if this sucks, my first attempt )
