One blind man

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Most veterans aren’t war criminals who killed innocent people in active duty, a lot of veterans are actually disadvantaged people who were preyed on by the military or only joined it to escape poverty, then were chewed up and spit out by the system only to come back home to face severe trauma, homelessness, and a lack of healthy resources for recovery. The military industrial complex is absolutely evil and needs to be criticized, but tumblr also needs to recognize that they purposefully manipulate and prey on lower class citizens constantly who come back home even worse off than they started. There many terrible people in the army but not every single one of them enlisted to deliberately commit disgusting crimes, a lot of them were just average people who thought they were just getting their one chance to escape the shitty hand they were unfairly dealt by the country. The people who need to be held accountable here are the ones who designed this system, the people in charge who just use this system to spill blood for money, as well as the people who glorify this and those who actively chose to become a part of it just to act out violent fantasies. A lot of vets come out of the military absolutely despising it because of what it did to them and others. Instead of turning this into an us vs them battle we need to work together to tear this whole system down.

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I've been a bit busy, but it's nothing new *he shrugged a little*

Oh come on... There's gotta be something. That one guy, oh what was his name... Toxic? I think-... Last I remember, you two certainly has something..

Well I can say that he's mellowed out a bit. Though sometimes I feel like he's just a puppy in a soldier's body. I think I banged my head a few times on a previous mission, though I forgot about the entire thing. *his face turns a bit red*

*Dogma pats his back* I think hitting your head is the least to worry about when it comes to injuries. I'm glad you and Toxic got together, you guys weren't exactly being subtle the last time at the cafeteria.

I was hoping you'd forgotten about that. And, you've got a point. I can probably write a book about the numerous injuries I had to prevent Toxic from getting. Sometimes it feels like I'm his dad rather than his boyfriend.

Oh no, I doubt I'll ever forget about it. *Dogma chuckles* I feel the same with Hardcase, but he's gotten a bit more mellow. Either that or I've adjusted to his shenanigans

Eh...hopefully they aren't cruel enough to team up to get the both of us. *he shudders a the thought, and tries to grab what he's hoping is a wall but misses* Oops. Anyways what kind of stuff would they even try to pull?

Knowing Hardcase, it would probably have to do with explosives of some kind. He's also a big fan of glitter... So glitter bombs perhaps?

Toxic is a bit of a follower so I can see that happening. *he scratches his head a bit* Though I'd hate for it to be glitter, I probably won't be able to find any of it when it goes off. *he chuckled a bit at his joke*

*Dogma chuckles* It's either glitter or paint. Or both, which I see as infinitely worse. Last time something like this happened, it took me ages to get everything out of my armor.

Either way Toxic is cleaning the mess. *he huffed softly*

Ha, well I don't know about you, but I'm starving. You want to run to the mess with me? Grab some food.

Sure thing, I could use some food. *he waits for Dogma to start walking so he could try and follow the sound of his boots*

Hey? You coming?

Yeah, I'll be right behind you. *he starts walking to where he just heard Dogma speaking from*

*Dogma rolls his eyes a little, but keeps a close eye on his vod* How are your reports looking? You mentioned you had a lot of them.

There getting done, is I can really say. *Marsh shrugs a little* It's kinda hard to do them when Toxic keeps trying to insert some of his unrelated input. *he sighs softly, and tries keep on the same trail as Dogma's voice, it get hard when he approaches other vode by accident*

*before Marsh can run into another vod, Dogma grabs his arm and pulls him close.* It's hard to follow a voice that's the same as a million others.

Hehe, you've got a point. Toxic had to do the same thing several times yesterday. *he chuckled again.*

I don't understand why you don't go to the medics... They would be able to help.

One, I already have a record there for these kinds of things. And two, I guess I'm just afraid of the different outcomes one visit could bring

I understand, but I still think it's worth a shot. *Dogma guides him through the line* What do you want to eat?

Maybe...um I'll just take some fruit if they have any

*Dogma grabs a cup of fruit as well as a ration bar. He then walks Marsh over to a table, sitting down.*

*Marsh takes a moment to find the seat before sitting down and thanking Dogma for the help*

No problem, vod. Have you heard if we have any missions coming up?

Not yet, which is a good thing. I don't think the Captain or the General knows about the eye thing. *he chuckled softly and patted around the table for his fruit*

That's good, *Dogma nudges the cup forwards, pushing it into Marsh's hand*

Thank you. *he takes a peice of fruit out and bites into it*

No problem *Dogma smiles softly*

*Marsh silently eats his fruit until a loud bang startles him a bit* What now...

Just some shinies fooling around.

One of these days they'll wind up losing an eye or something. *he chuckled*

Oh they definitely will. *Dogma chuckles as he watches the shinies*

*Marsh eats the last bit of his fruit and cringes at the grinding noise coming from the same area the shinies were messing around at* What are they doing now...

One got pushed against the table and it slid across the room. *Dogma sighs*

We should get onto them *he shook his head* If they want to mess around they should do it in the training room

Wait wait, it's about to get good.

Of course it is

I've been a bit busy, but it's nothing new *he shrugged a little*

Oh come on... There's gotta be something. That one guy, oh what was his name... Toxic? I think-... Last I remember, you two certainly has something..

Well I can say that he's mellowed out a bit. Though sometimes I feel like he's just a puppy in a soldier's body. I think I banged my head a few times on a previous mission, though I forgot about the entire thing. *his face turns a bit red*

*Dogma pats his back* I think hitting your head is the least to worry about when it comes to injuries. I'm glad you and Toxic got together, you guys weren't exactly being subtle the last time at the cafeteria.

I was hoping you'd forgotten about that. And, you've got a point. I can probably write a book about the numerous injuries I had to prevent Toxic from getting. Sometimes it feels like I'm his dad rather than his boyfriend.

Oh no, I doubt I'll ever forget about it. *Dogma chuckles* I feel the same with Hardcase, but he's gotten a bit more mellow. Either that or I've adjusted to his shenanigans

Eh...hopefully they aren't cruel enough to team up to get the both of us. *he shudders a the thought, and tries to grab what he's hoping is a wall but misses* Oops. Anyways what kind of stuff would they even try to pull?

Knowing Hardcase, it would probably have to do with explosives of some kind. He's also a big fan of glitter... So glitter bombs perhaps?

Toxic is a bit of a follower so I can see that happening. *he scratches his head a bit* Though I'd hate for it to be glitter, I probably won't be able to find any of it when it goes off. *he chuckled a bit at his joke*

*Dogma chuckles* It's either glitter or paint. Or both, which I see as infinitely worse. Last time something like this happened, it took me ages to get everything out of my armor.

Either way Toxic is cleaning the mess. *he huffed softly*

Ha, well I don't know about you, but I'm starving. You want to run to the mess with me? Grab some food.

Sure thing, I could use some food. *he waits for Dogma to start walking so he could try and follow the sound of his boots*

Hey? You coming?

Yeah, I'll be right behind you. *he starts walking to where he just heard Dogma speaking from*

*Dogma rolls his eyes a little, but keeps a close eye on his vod* How are your reports looking? You mentioned you had a lot of them.

There getting done, is I can really say. *Marsh shrugs a little* It's kinda hard to do them when Toxic keeps trying to insert some of his unrelated input. *he sighs softly, and tries keep on the same trail as Dogma's voice, it get hard when he approaches other vode by accident*

*before Marsh can run into another vod, Dogma grabs his arm and pulls him close.* It's hard to follow a voice that's the same as a million others.

Hehe, you've got a point. Toxic had to do the same thing several times yesterday. *he chuckled again.*

I don't understand why you don't go to the medics... They would be able to help.

One, I already have a record there for these kinds of things. And two, I guess I'm just afraid of the different outcomes one visit could bring

I understand, but I still think it's worth a shot. *Dogma guides him through the line* What do you want to eat?

Maybe...um I'll just take some fruit if they have any

*Dogma grabs a cup of fruit as well as a ration bar. He then walks Marsh over to a table, sitting down.*

*Marsh takes a moment to find the seat before sitting down and thanking Dogma for the help*

No problem, vod. Have you heard if we have any missions coming up?

Not yet, which is a good thing. I don't think the Captain or the General knows about the eye thing. *he chuckled softly and patted around the table for his fruit*

That's good, *Dogma nudges the cup forwards, pushing it into Marsh's hand*

Thank you. *he takes a peice of fruit out and bites into it*

No problem *Dogma smiles softly*

*Marsh silently eats his fruit until a loud bang startles him a bit* What now...

Just some shinies fooling around.

One of these days they'll wind up losing an eye or something. *he chuckled*

Oh they definitely will. *Dogma chuckles as he watches the shinies*

*Marsh eats the last bit of his fruit and cringes at the grinding noise coming from the same area the shinies were messing around at* What are they doing now...

One got pushed against the table and it slid across the room. *Dogma sighs*

We should get onto them *he shook his head* If they want to mess around they should do it in the training room

I've been a bit busy, but it's nothing new *he shrugged a little*

Oh come on... There's gotta be something. That one guy, oh what was his name... Toxic? I think-... Last I remember, you two certainly has something..

Well I can say that he's mellowed out a bit. Though sometimes I feel like he's just a puppy in a soldier's body. I think I banged my head a few times on a previous mission, though I forgot about the entire thing. *his face turns a bit red*

*Dogma pats his back* I think hitting your head is the least to worry about when it comes to injuries. I'm glad you and Toxic got together, you guys weren't exactly being subtle the last time at the cafeteria.

I was hoping you'd forgotten about that. And, you've got a point. I can probably write a book about the numerous injuries I had to prevent Toxic from getting. Sometimes it feels like I'm his dad rather than his boyfriend.

Oh no, I doubt I'll ever forget about it. *Dogma chuckles* I feel the same with Hardcase, but he's gotten a bit more mellow. Either that or I've adjusted to his shenanigans

Eh...hopefully they aren't cruel enough to team up to get the both of us. *he shudders a the thought, and tries to grab what he's hoping is a wall but misses* Oops. Anyways what kind of stuff would they even try to pull?

Knowing Hardcase, it would probably have to do with explosives of some kind. He's also a big fan of glitter... So glitter bombs perhaps?

Toxic is a bit of a follower so I can see that happening. *he scratches his head a bit* Though I'd hate for it to be glitter, I probably won't be able to find any of it when it goes off. *he chuckled a bit at his joke*

*Dogma chuckles* It's either glitter or paint. Or both, which I see as infinitely worse. Last time something like this happened, it took me ages to get everything out of my armor.

Either way Toxic is cleaning the mess. *he huffed softly*

Ha, well I don't know about you, but I'm starving. You want to run to the mess with me? Grab some food.

Sure thing, I could use some food. *he waits for Dogma to start walking so he could try and follow the sound of his boots*

Hey? You coming?

Yeah, I'll be right behind you. *he starts walking to where he just heard Dogma speaking from*

*Dogma rolls his eyes a little, but keeps a close eye on his vod* How are your reports looking? You mentioned you had a lot of them.

There getting done, is I can really say. *Marsh shrugs a little* It's kinda hard to do them when Toxic keeps trying to insert some of his unrelated input. *he sighs softly, and tries keep on the same trail as Dogma's voice, it get hard when he approaches other vode by accident*

*before Marsh can run into another vod, Dogma grabs his arm and pulls him close.* It's hard to follow a voice that's the same as a million others.

Hehe, you've got a point. Toxic had to do the same thing several times yesterday. *he chuckled again.*

I don't understand why you don't go to the medics... They would be able to help.

One, I already have a record there for these kinds of things. And two, I guess I'm just afraid of the different outcomes one visit could bring

I understand, but I still think it's worth a shot. *Dogma guides him through the line* What do you want to eat?

Maybe...um I'll just take some fruit if they have any

*Dogma grabs a cup of fruit as well as a ration bar. He then walks Marsh over to a table, sitting down.*

*Marsh takes a moment to find the seat before sitting down and thanking Dogma for the help*

No problem, vod. Have you heard if we have any missions coming up?

Not yet, which is a good thing. I don't think the Captain or the General knows about the eye thing. *he chuckled softly and patted around the table for his fruit*

That's good, *Dogma nudges the cup forwards, pushing it into Marsh's hand*

Thank you. *he takes a peice of fruit out and bites into it*

No problem *Dogma smiles softly*

*Marsh silently eats his fruit until a loud bang startles him a bit* What now...

Just some shinies fooling around.

One of these days they'll wind up losing an eye or something. *he chuckled*

Oh they definitely will. *Dogma chuckles as he watches the shinies*

*Marsh eats the last bit of his fruit and cringes at the grinding noise coming from the same area the shinies were messing around at* What are they doing now...