-she goes into her room which appears to have two beds in it-
-going over to one of the bedside tables, and taking out a pocket pistol from it, making sure it's not loaded first- This is a gun. I'm holding it. Does this make me the gun?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's what this in my hand is designed to do. But it's not always people.
You can use a gun to go hunting.
You can use a gun to shoot paper targets for sport or as a hobby. My father's a gunsmith.
And this is Ches' gun that he uses on very rare occasions.
And only when it's necessary that he has lethal force available as an option.
But this gun- is different from... -she grabs a PDA from the same bedside table, and within a few swipes gets to a picture of a military officer from the 1890s- This person.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postAfter all- there's a name for soldiers deciding they've had enough of following orders.
Desertion, mutiny- two different things.
And sometimes- soldiers can have a crisis of conscience.
My father knows quite a few people who've served in the military.
My great-great grandfather was a medic.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt... just doesn't.
...
I'm not stupid.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-sighs- Take me through your thought process.
I know you're not stupid. But right now- to me, it just looks like you're thinking about this in only one-dimension.
That this- -she points to the nice picture of the military man- Is the same as this -she points to the gun-
-not at all-
-Ches hears her-
Hmm?
edited 1st Jul '16 10:08:24 AM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Not much, far as I can tell...
-sighs- All I'm saying is- there's more than one dimension to the military...
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post