The first part of the plan goes well but the second part not so much. She never places any thought or feeling in the gray area that falls between her black and white extremities. There were friends and there were enemies. In my opinion he is strange. I wonder if the story will continue to make transitions such as this from past to future as the novel progresses. His father entered the room. He made a short, low cry- not even a cry, really, just a short lung and throat bark.
Each person, with his or her own perspective, will relate or retell a story in a way they believe is befitting. It was February now, but the cookies tasted fine. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. This situation sounds completely terrifying and difficult to understand, but O'Brien excels in making me feel and believe what is happening during this moment. It shows how this moment haunts him. However, others would prefer the big city and rush of people.
Why does the darkness scare people? Plus the only person Melinda wants to tell is Rachel. Although a short sentence it contains a great amount of meaning. He also talks of true war stories and the effects they have on people. Here, this excerpt is from O'Brien nearly running away from the draft to spend time with a friend in northern Minnesota. The mentality of the mother is referred to. And he succumbs to embarrassment.
Every soldier had their own way of coping. I gripped the edge of the boat and leaned forward and thought, now. In part, he was grieving for Ted Lavender, but mostly it was for Martha, and for himself, because she belonged to another world, which was not quite real, and because she was a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey, a poet and a virgin and uninvolved, and because he realized she did not love him and never would. While I was reading this book one question that kept running through my mind was in regard to the depth of information about the physical weights of the soldiers' items. Because the darkness squeezes you inside yourself, you get cut off from the outside world, the imagination takes over. Towards the end of the chapter she becomes involved with the Greenies and claims that she has found herself through the war.
Yet again, Cross feels he should have been a better leader. The Things They Carried by Tim Obrien Dialectic Journal The Things They Carried by 1 Among the necessities or near-necessities were P-38 can openers, pocket knives, heat tabs, wristwatches, dog tags, mosquito repellent, chewing gum, candy, cigarettes, salt tablets, packets of Kool-Aid, lighters, matches, sewing kits, Military Payment Certificates, C rations, and two or three canteens of water. He liked the smell of the New Testament under his cheek, the leather and ink and paper and glue, whatever the chemicals were. Stories take you places you have never been. This section of the book has definitely been the most interesting to me so far. I'm forty-three years old, which would've seemed impossible to a fourth grader, and yet when I look at photographs of myself as I was in 1956, I realize that in the important ways I haven't changed at all. Henry Dobbins was one of the bigger fellows of.
But she liked the area so much she stayed, she would even go out on ambushes at night. It always amazes me how big our world is. I knew him only slightly, and what I did know was not impressive. This is physically the closest he ever gets to her, although he dreams about her the whole time he is in Vietnam, and possibly it is his laxity that gets Lavender killed. O'Brien purposely makes this sentence short and choppy to emphasize it.
The memory-traffic feeds into a rotary up on your head, where it goes in circles for a while, then pretty soon imagination flows in and the traffic merges and shoots off down a thousand different streets. Pieces of a story such as small details or entire parts can be changed while keeping the original intent of its creation perfectly intact, so long as the story was intended to convey a certain caliber of feeling or importance. He wanted someday to be a teacher of mathematics. It was something that would never go away, he said quietly, and I nodded and told him I felt the same about certain things. I had already thrown the grenade before telling myself to throw it. While in war he had seen and known many people who had been killed.
Even his fatigue, it felt fine, the stiff muscles and the prickly awareness of his own body, a floating feeling. They would talk and play. Will we go back to Cross and Martha? He killed a man without thinking. Jimmy Cross is obsessed by memories of Martha, who writes him letters but is not exactly his sweetheart. She lived through the summer and into the first part of September, and then she was dead.
I find humor in how he is plotting revenge no his fellow soldier. He is honest with his writing and the analogy made was quite interesting. I also believe repetition is important here since he is stating the actions that took place. The sound of it brought goose bumps. He made a short, low cry- not even a cry, really, just a short lung and throat bark. There were many bodies, real bodies with real faces, but I was young then and I was afraid to look.