Yeah, I guess war is hell, or close to it.
My Dad sure had a bunch of stories to tell. He was a medic and he recalled about a solider that 30 cal round right though the head, in one temple and out the other.
He for some miracle wasn’t dead so they patched his head with a rag and waited for him to die. A couple hours later the guy was setting up and eating cold sauerkraut out of can.
As far as my Dad knew the guy lived.
Wow. I guess Someone upstairs liked him and had other plans for him. :-)