The New York Review of Books: A Farewell to Arms
A morphine IV kept Kerrey's pain at bay all the way to Philadelphia. In the elevator at the hospital, he writes,
I was startled to see a man in a wheelchair. He did not make a sound. He leaned toward me with the weight of his body resting on the elbow of his remaining arm. His right arm was missing above the elbow, as were both of his legs. I looked directly into his face except there was no face. In the place of eyes, nose, and lips was a sunken cavity smooth and free of scars.