My now-deceased father nearly had his leg nearly severed by German bullets and lay bleeding overnight in a field somewhere in the French countryside before he was rescued by his fellow soldiers in 1944. One of my best friend's father is 85 years old and still carries shrapnel in his skull from injuries sustained on the Normandy beaches on D-Day.
I hope to God that the photos ARE doctored, because words can't describe how I feel right now after viewing them.
God Bless America. Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.