It might make for a winning chick flick, but a member of the USAF ain’t buying tickets, he e-mails:

I’m sorry but that guy was an idiot.
Were I the doctor I’d have simply decided the guys injuries were
clouding his thinking, sedated him and saved what I could of the finger,
ring be damned.
The ring, no matter how sentimental its value, could be replaced. The
finger cannot.