My grandfather laid in Flander's field for dead for three days before there was a "truce" to collect the dead and they found him to be still alive.
Every Veteran's day when I hear the poem "Flander's Field", I think of my grandfather who was left for dead at 17, and lived an additional 59 years. He was my Hero while alive and my Hero since his passing.
Funny, my dad lifted mines for the 79th Camerons in WWII -- so they could do grave reg. They occasionally found somebody still alive.