The fog of war and the blades it's fought with.

The fog.

When you get shot on the battlefield by a bullet three things enter your mind. The first is 'where have I been hit' understandable. Have I been hit in an organ? Will I die from where this bullet has hit me? After you realise where you've been hit you have two thoughts which could either be "How long till I bleed out?" Or "Am I the only one that's been shot" the latter is only thought when you realise you've not been shot in a vital organ. The first of the second thought is when you find the entry wound and realise that you've been hit in the kidney, lungs, or the liver; any one of these a fatal shot.
The final thought you have during the split seconds it takes to get shot is "Will I ever see the person/s who I love ever again." Will you ever see there face again? Will you ever hold there hand again? Will you ever smell there unique smell which one sniff of can render you susceptible to there every command?
What you don't think about is how you got shot. You don't think about how you've been on a reconnaissance patrol in the middle of Afghanistan for 4 hours in the blazing hot heat knowing every step could be your last.
This escaped Corporal Katsuki's mind when confronted with enemy fire from his South-West side on patrol clearing a road of IED's for a push on an enemy compound 6 miles away from his location.
Corporal Katsuki, was shot in his lower left leg causing him to drop down, the thoughts everyone gets when there shot flooded his mind like water floods a dam. Crawling to cover, screaming in agony from the 5.56mm round penetrating his calf and exiting through his shin he got behind a roughed up sand pile which had been left out for so long it stared to turn into sandstone; with his standard issue SA80 rifle he began shooting back at the enemy. This was before the rule of PID, positive Identification of the enemy, and so Yuri began to open fire from where the shots came from. He survived the firefight taking out two enemy Taliban all the while loosing blood fast the chance of infection growing every passing second. After the firefight Private Smith, a friend of Yuri's gave all the help he could, lifting him up carrying him to the khaki, tan coloured bulletproof people carrier with a mounted 50. Cal machine gun. What happened next was a blur to not only Yuri but to everyone in Corporal Katsuki's patrol.
In all the madness Private Smith with Corporal Katsuki in hand forgot the whole point of there mission. IED clearing. Yuri's job was never to hit rid of them, just to help find them if they were there, the job to get rid of the IED's fell to the ATO, Ammunition Technical Officer, Captain Evans. Captain Evans was still working on an IED during the firefight that was so fast the ATO didn't have time to cock his rifle back. Private Smith, rushing due to the gunfire, stress and heat forgot all about IEDs and set off a pressure plate IED. The noise was so loud and deafening it caused anyone around to drop to there feet. Including Private Smith and Corporal Katsuki. At approximately 6:45am UTC time Private Smith died from shrapnel entering his heart causing him to bleed out in under 20 seconds. Corporal Katsuki walking on the right side of the IED was embedded with nuts, bolts and any other bits of scrap metal I his left leg, the same one that's been shot. It was not long before Yuri Katsuki passed out.

Yuri didn't wake up again for the next 7 days. He was taken from the battlefield in a Chinook helicopter unconscious but stable after the medics were able to stabilise his vitals before being taken back to Bastian leaving behind a sand circle from the helicopter landing.
Remember as a kid when you went to the dentist and you looked up to see a light which helped the dentist see inside your mouth? That's what Yuri saw upon waking in his hospital bed in hospital gowns feeling fuzzy unable to move his body. He turned his neck to the left to see a heartbeat monitor, a morphine injector and on the left a jug of water, a cup and a vase full of flowers. Hazy, he tried sitting up looking to his right arm being in a cast.
"I must have broke it falling over when the IE-" his thought was interrupted by another. He slowly grabbed the blue blanket which was covering his lower half and started to tug on it to reveal what lay beneath. Or what I should have said, what didn't lie beneath.
Where a leg used to be now lay a stump from the shin down, bandaged in white, sterile bandages. Looking to his right leg to see a full leg however, bandaged and bloody from open wounds underneath the dressings.
When you see that you don't have a leg anymore you don't think that "your life is ruined" you think "What am I going to do now" for Yuri he didn't know. All he knew was that his leg was gone and he was in a hospital.
The click of the hospital door added another sound to the private hospital room other than a regular beep from the heartbeat monitor and an irregular 1-5 or 10 second beep from the morphine injector, the click and squeak of the door hinge along with footsteps made Yuri sink back into bed.
"Yuri Katsuki you're awake? Welcome back. You've been out for seven days." Yuri's mouth made a sound but no words came out. "Your friend Private Ryan Smith who was helping you to the doctor died from the IED blast almost instantly. For you we had to amputate your left leg, you broke a rib and your arm during the patrol."
Yuri didn't talk. Yuri didn't speak to this nurse. Yuri just cried at the fact his friend died, and his leg is gone.
"Will I be able to walk again, with prosthetics and stuff?" Yuri asked shaken from crying but not choking from the tears.
"We can talk about that after your injuries fully heal."