Spinning signs isn’t going to give you PTSD from watching people die horribly.

The military turns down people for a lot of conditions you wouldn’t expect to matter that much. My brother was disqualified from the Air Force for a barely perceptible tremor in his right hand and a case of heavy metal poisoning he had when he was younger (a landlord didn’t inform my mother there was lead paint in the apartment). He didnt incur any permanent neurological damage from the poisoning but they still denied him.

“Why are you wearing a mascot suit on a hot day for a few hours when you could be carrying up to 150+ lbs of military gear in mid-day desert heat on your body as you trek up to nine miles on foot for days at a time while periodically being shot at or bombarded for 35k and a shit-tier job?”

My father was terrible towards my brother and I but he was even worse towards animals. Any sign of behavior that he could interpret as “disrespect” or aggression from an animal and he’d either abuse it or kill it. And he was also so fucking proud of himself after even bragging about it like he was some paragon of masculinity asserting his dominion over man and beast.

The fucking psychopath still wonders why I don’t talk to him outside of the holidays and family crises.