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Yeah try losing an eye. During the war, which I don't give a fuck about, I got that poisoned gas every one of those bastards were throwing around, in my eye during a flight mission. Bastards never told us they were sending us to our deaths, a suicide mission in unpowered gliders. You land and there is no taking off. All I got was a damned purple heart and people calling me their fuckin' idol...Nice!
Try learning to live again with only one usable eye. The other paralyzed and in the light the pain is so excruciating all you can do is scream. Lose an eye and you lose all your perception of distance and depth. Means due to those bastards and their futile fucking war I had to relearn to be a pilot, to shoot a gun, to drive, hell to even fucking walk again. The hassle of spending days runnin' into every damned thing because I couldn't tell how far away it was.
Add to that the half a dozen bastards who wanted a piece of my hide and you have one hell of an obstacle. As you can clearly see losing my eye was far less of an obstacle then what those bastards found when they came callin' after me.
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Try learning to live again with only one usable eye. The other paralyzed and in the light the pain is so excruciating all you can do is scream. Lose an eye and you lose all your perception of distance and depth. Means due to those bastards and their futile fucking war I had to relearn to be a pilot, to shoot a gun, to drive, hell to even fucking walk again. The hassle of spending days runnin' into every damned thing because I couldn't tell how far away it was.
Add to that the half a dozen bastards who wanted a piece of my hide and you have one hell of an obstacle. As you can clearly see losing my eye was far less of an obstacle then what those bastards found when they came callin' after me.
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