In 1984, when I was 17, I was in a firefight in South Lebanon. A 7.62MM round hit concrete and imploded sending many shell particles thru the underside of my chin (palate). They broke both jaws and many then continued into my sinus cavity. I was airlifted south and given a few rounds of micro-surgery.
Aside from missing 3 front teeth (top), I have shards still in my sinuses. The combination of their nearly microscopic size and proximity to my brain means they will stay inside me. Appearance wise, I have scarring under my chin, my jaws are nearly 2cm off in alignment and my right nostril is a slit from cartilage damage. I have 14% breathing nasally which sucked because I have always engaged in endeavours requiring a lot of physical stamina. My jaws ache every few weeks and my teeth are shot. I would love to have most pulled and get dental implants but all the micro-fractures in my jaws won't allow it. The most dangerous aspect is that the shards in my sinuses can migrate. If they migrate towards my brain I will die. On the other hand, this past summer, one migrated to a point in which it came into contact with my bloodstream and I got Sepsis, not fun.
7 months after I had returned to Southern Lebanon, almost on my 18th birthday, a 60MM mortar shell impacted near our position. I was on the edge of the radius so I survived but with moderate shrapnel in my right abdomen, left wrist and top of my skull. The worst was my abdomen. I got another copter ride south and didn't return to Lebanon until almost 19.
By my 2nd incident I became dependent upon morphine. In one of the 2 incidents I acquired Hepatitis-C. In those days we re-used IV lines and needles on the battlefield. Many of us caught that virus. I am grateful that Israel didn't really face HIV for another decade or surely I would have caught that as well.
When I was weaned off of morphine the 2nd time I got very sick. I had no idea what that meant but my squadmates did and advised me to self administer the syrettes we carried. In those days every combat soldier carried 2 pre-loaded syrettes that were jabbed in the shoulder (or any muscle really). Mine lasted a day, when through the entire squad's (6 other men) and then began trading the cigarettes they gave us since I didn't smoke. This was touch and go but luckily for me- or unluckily as the case may be- Southern Lebanon was at that time a major source nation. Beka'a was covered with poppies (they grow wild in Israel but in Lebanon they farmed them) and produced #2 Heroin out of them.An untouched gramme cost me 3 US and like many in the IDF at that time and place, I developed a massive habit.
At age 20 the IDF began cracking down as more and more soldiers began returning home as junkies. I was given a choice, get on methadone maintenance or cashier out. I opted for methadone. These days, at age 46, I maintain on morphine but when visiting the US, as I am now, I must use methadone, 220 milligrammes once a day orally. When I am in pain I double or even triple that dose but it does not help much. At home in the Philippines it is easier to medicate because morphine allows a more precise titration.