My god, this one hit pretty close to home!
During the 2nd world war, my grandfather (gone some 50 years now - I never got to meet the guy) and his squad got engaged by a divison of the SS and the germans won that skirmish, captured my grandfather and cut half of his leg off, leaving him with the rest of the captured partisans... The SS unit went on, taking their guns, equipement and food, while the partisans made their way to safety. So then, the partisan medics wrapped up his leg an let it heal... but the worst pain was yet to come, the so called "phantom pain". When I was a teen, my mother told me a story, and still relives this whole thing from time to time; the story of my grandfather and how he wanted to scratch a toe on his missing foot; She told me that the missing limb hurt him badly every once in a while, and even though half of his leg was lost, he still felt every inch of it, how it ached and itched... it was both surreal and difficult to listen to this story.