We’re Gonna Go Out On A Limb And Say He Needs More Time
CONTENT WARNING: War, Serious Injury (Limb Amputation)
My grandfather was conscripted into the Red Army. In 1944, he fought from Stalingrad to Budapest as a tank driver. In Budapest, his tank was blown up, and he managed to get out with only one leg to be amputated.
A few weeks later, in the hospital, he got a false leg and was told that he was not allowed to drive anymore.
As he got up, a nurse helped him out of the hospital. A commissar walked up to him.
Commissar: “Comrade, I see you are ready to fight for the people again.”
Nurse: “But he cannot walk, let alone fight!”
Commissar: “Nonsense! He’s got both legs, both arms, and a head. That’s enough!”
My grandfather realised that the commissar was trying to joke with this description. The nurse, however, did not. Instead, she grabbed his false leg and pulled it — pulled it straight out of his pants while my grandfather was leaning on her.
Nurse: “See? He can not run anymore; he even has to relearn how to walk.”
The commissar turned white, the nurse was all red, and my grandfather started laughing. The commissar told him to spend some time walking and getting used to the new leg and then just walked away.
The nurse became my grandmother, and they lived happily together.
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Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
