I was at the gym today. I had the intention of doing my cardio and then a chest and arm workout. I do the bike for my cardio. A half hour into my cardio, my left arm and leg begin to hurt, eventually going numb. This botched my entire workout.

Every time this happens, I’m brought back to the day I was maimed by a man who was supposed to look out for me, who was supposed to do the right thing, regardless of personal sacrifice. That was the day that I realized that not even the Corps, with its upstanding core values of honor, courage, commitment, is any different than anything else.

It also brought to light a sincere disregard for our “brothers”. No one cares about my pain. No one cares how much discomfort I deal with. No one cares that, in spite of almost 3 years of hospital visits, an officer did this to me.

Anyone care to venture what happened to him?

Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. I’m left to deal with this for the rest of my life, and yet he gets off with not even a slap on the wrist.

The physical pain and discomfort I feel pales in comparison to the anger and betrayal of what is supposed to be our most upstanding military branch.