Beautiful and beautiful. Dakwoshi is a current U.S. federal party member (2017 to present), and has also served as U.S. federal party member (2013-2017). Prior to this, she served in the army for 23 years and lost her legs when she was attacked by a...
Beautiful and beautiful. Dakwoshi is a current U.S. federal party member (2017 to present), and has also served as U.S. federal party member (2013-2017). Prior to this, she served in the army for 23 years and lost her legs when she was attacked by an enemy army while driving a straight-sucking machine in the 2004 Iraq War. What is incredible is that under severe injuries, Yu Mei still cannot take care of herself and is devoted to the safety of her comrades. Her bravery won her a purple heart. And her comrades-in-law risked her life to save her life, and she also decided to be worthy of them every day she lived.
"Did you see my legs?"So I am the enthusiastic warrior of Huatreid and always keep positive and optimistic. Firstly, it was because I was in a good mood for most of the time, and secondly, it was because I wanted to set an example and make the military list. Years after I finished my Watt Reed journey, my attending physician, Garth Captain Greenwell said to me, "You are the worst patient because you get so much pain from the agelessness. I know how bad your injury is, but you always laugh."
In private, I also have times when I feel desperate. I am at the peak of my life in Iraq. I am in my thirty-six years old. I am strong and strong and I am working in the best job in the world. Now, I am only flying with a rocket grenade, and I am in pain without any damage. I have bacteria infected myself. Not only can I lose both legs, but I may lose another arm. It is even more difficult to write my name.
At the darkest moment, I think of my right leg that was blown away. Where is it now? Are there still sinners lying in remote palm trees in Iraq? Will any dog find my legs, pick it up and run under the tree to chew it? My body was actually left in the enemy territory, I hate it so much! I tried to turn my mind, but those pictures repeatedly jumped out of my brain. I was both painful and hurt, and I didn't know what to do. So just like that circle of tents that covered me, I also created a picture in my heart to help myself get through the difficult situation.
Every time I think about my legs that I can't stand it, I imagine there is a box that can be locked. I would draw my mind on the brain and put my emotions into that box, turn the keys on, and then put the box high. In this way, I can at least temporarily avoid being worried and continue to do what I should do when I regain my heart. Even so, it will take many years before I can have the ability to stop thinking about the destruction of my right leg.
I am not just sad about my legs. One night, Braine and I were resting at his Fresh House house, and we opened the TV and "Super Model Life and Death" just started. I watched the girls wearing short skirts and high heels, stalking high on the stand, both beautiful and sexy, and suddenly I felt like I was slapped: I can no longer wear clothes like that, nor will I have that appearance. Although I think I am mainly a helicopter driver and military man, I also like to dress up beautifully and show my feminine side. But from now on, I can only choose the clothes I wear, and I can comfortably match the style of pine alloy limbs when sitting on a wheel chair.
I started crying and said to Blaine, "I'm dead, I can't go back."
Blaine slapped me. "Yes, I'm really upset." He first agreed with me, and then said with a smile, "But from now on, you can talk about this in a safe and happy life." This man stayed by the bed every day when I was in a coma, kept hearing me calmly before I woke up, and took good care of me when I opened my knife to recover. When I was sweating so hard that I was doing physical treatment, he also stood with me. To him, there is no other explanation for our experience except for luck. I'm still alive. I'm still alive! How can I complain?
Of course, it was easier for a person who lost his legs in the twenty-first century than at any time in history. I was awake in Huatreid, and the medical staff talked about how great my limbs were. The nurse told me, "It looks exactly like your legs, no one can tell." In the first few weeks, I said to her, "Mom, don't worry! I can still wear a short skirt, it looks no different from before." I was not sure that I really believed it, but I was sure to hold this hope. The day I had been living in Huatreid for a few months on the day I saw the decorative prosthetic legs. I couldn't believe it. The legs were so perfect. The color of the skin matches my skin color, and the freckles are exactly the same. The decorator even made the second toe longer than the toe of the big one. The same is true for my feet. These legs are really like my legs, not some unusual giant Barbie legs. When I tried to wear it, I thought, I felt …… I hated these things. Every time I take a photo and see the fake legs, the feeling of loss of the real legs will reappear. I looked at myself, and my negative emotions came overwhelmingly, and I had to remove my prosthetic legs.
But the medical team also gave me another leg, the material was pine alloy and the flashing stainless steel. These junctions are similar to real feet, but the calves are just fine pine alloy rods, like metal sticks, with thicker thighs, and you can decorate them any way you want. So I ordered the right leg of the star flag pattern —— I, who was the twelve-year-old who visited the United States for the first time that year, may have three steps back after reading it. As for the left leg, I put a badge of the high-level flight officer of the Iron Flying Team on it. Many soldiers have camouflage limbs, while others have trademarks of flames, skeletons, or Harleys. You can make any legs in your custom way. In the end, that's your legs.
When I look at myself, what I see from the decorative prosthetic legs is loss, what I see from the pine alloy legs is strength. I don't wear pine alloy limbs to get it for the sake of loss, nor do I want to make up anything. I just want to make it stronger without thinking about all the necessary means. I'm not the only one who made this choice: amputation soldiers mostly choose mechanical limbs, the reasons are the same as mine. Now I can't figure out where my decorative prosthetic legs are, or maybe they are stuffed in a corner of the storeroom, right? I just know that last time they made their public appearance, the Huat Reeds team borrowed it from me, to let the victims of the Boston Marathon bombing see what the decorative prosthetic legs were like.
Customized limbs are one of the tricks that suit our amputation life. As for the other move, it is humor, a super powerful move. I started to see my brother wearing a t-shirt with funny names, such as: "Quickly ask me why I lost five kilograms overnight", "What to look at? You two freaks in the two feet." I also made myself a few pieces, such as: "Brother, I'll ask, have you seen my legs?" "I don't need a stand-in, I'll come all the tricks by myself." And "Do you want to touch them?" But what I like the most is this one: "I'm leaving, he only likes to look at his butt." Unfortunately, Bryan complained about this one very much. After thinking about it twice, I turned back and continued wearing it. Who told me to laugh to death when I saw this one.
When an amputee also means you can dominate the sacred festival. I have seen brothers dress up as lights in the movie A Christmas Story, victims of being attacked by fish, dummies on the table football, and fireballs. It is also easy to play maliciously: the fake footage with bloody fake hands appears as if it is an old joke, or lying beside the car, and the fake footage is pressed underneath. A few years ago, my exercises with a rowing machine were too intense and I broke a limb. So I posted a photo on the social website, and I smiled stupidly inside, and the lower half of my ruptured limbs stuck on the leash of the rowing machine. The explanation I wrote was: "I just rowed and broke my legs. It was because I rowed too hard and too fast. Fortunately, I won't hurt if I cut my legs now!" Sai Weng lost his legs, no wonder he was lucky, right?
※ This article is excerpted from "Every Day of Living: Beautiful Fish. Dakwosi Recalling》."Every day of living: Beautiful fish. Dakwosi's Recalling"
Author: Yu Mei. Dakwo Silk
Translator: Lang Shulei
Publisher: Eight Banners Culture
Publication Date: 2022/01/25
