I have to look for the post-op photos. My dad was at the Hobby Shop at EdwardsAFB, while he was on the X-15 project. He got several of his right hand fingers nearly cut off due to the plywood he was cutting starting to move away from the fence. he slipped and BRRT!, blood everywhere.
Mom and I were called to the Er at the hospital (if you've been there, it's on the hill overlooking the housing area). He was lying there with his hand on a draped Mayo stand, with white towels all over, and a bowl of betadine, which the RN had just used to clean up the mess.
Two officers in Dress Uniform walked in, spoke to my mom, and I, "We are Col xxxx and Col XXX (I don't remember their names). We just completed a rotation in Germany with a Hand Institute. We were just touring the hospital to get the lay of the land before we begin a tour in Aerospace medicine. We've looked at your husband's hand, and I think we can save all of his fingers, with some techniques we learned over the last two years. I also think we have everything we need."
They excused themselves, and went to the elevator at the end of the hall. A lady friend came to pick us kids up, and mom stayed there. The next day we went by StaffCar, back to the hospital. Dad was all trussed up with wires and splints, and heavily wrapped up in gauze, and deep into pain-med city.
He kept all his fingers, and stayed in the AF till he retired. 1960.