
I'm a little confused on the whole Vietnam war thing, or any war for that matter. War freaking pisses me off, because it is stupid and not necessary. At times you might think the only thing left to do is attack, but it never gets you anywhere. What has going over into Iraq gotten anybody? We can't even get ourselves out because we are to busy establishing a new government after we destroyed the old one. It is not our duty to decide how other nations should run their country. If they are screaming for help then perhaps we should try to do something in a way that doesn't promote the loss of lives. I can understand how the notion for war comes to mind, because hell after 9/11 I wanted to kick some butt, but it doesn't prove anything. Everybody knows that the U.S.A is the most powerful country in the world. And in the 9/11 situation I think the best thing to do would have been to get on the news and make those people feel guilty. I believe everybody is born with a sense of what is right and wrong. Those people who crashed those planes believed they were dieing for a purpose, but If you talk logically things just have to click in your head. My mom's best tool is not to ground me or take anything away, because she knows that people will do what they want, but to instill what is right in the world and let me make my own decisions. When i mess up her disappointment in me is what tears me up inside. I know a lot of things that I have discussed here may not be the truth, but it's just how I feel. I also know everything is a lot deeper than I made it seem, but what isn't in life, and it is up to us to try to make some sort of sense out of things.















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I honestly don't know what to think about this story anymore. After reading "How to Tell a True War Story", I was analyzing every story after it thinking about what parts of the story were true and which parts weren't. I got to the chapter called "Good Form", and O'Brien comes out and says that he pretty much made up every story. He says, "It's time to be blunt. I'm forty-three years old, true, and I'm a writer now, and a long time ago I walked through Quang Nga Province as a foot soldier. Almost everything else is invented" (179). He goes on to say that he wants us to feel what he was feeling and he wants us to "know why story-truth is truer sometimes than happening-truth" (179). I started to believe that everything in this book was the truth; after all, it was about his life, so I thought. After reading this story, though, I had to rethink these stories. I had to remind myself that this is an Intro to FICTION class, not non-fiction. Though I want to believe that these stories are real, I have to remember that this is not an autobiography. O'Brien did a good job at making me feel like he felt in his stories. I felt as if I was right there next to him in this war. That was his biggest mission of this book, and for me he succeeded. O'Brien states, "What stories can do, I guess, is make things present. I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave. I can make myself feel again" (180). In recreating these stories, O'Brien was able to relive Vietnam the way that he never really did. He never saw that dead man that he says he killed. He's "left with faceless responsibility and faceless grief" (180) after the war. In his stories, he can make himself brave and a good soldier as opposed to the man who was afraid to look, like he really was. In no way am I saying that O'Brien was a coward, he was just a young twenty something year old who didn't want to look at the dead. While everyone else shook hand with the dead, O'Brien didn't. "I didn't go near the body. I didn't even look at it except by accident. For the rest of the day there was that sickness inside me, but it wasn't the old man's corpse so much, it was that awesome act of greeting the dead" (226). O'Brien was uncomfortable with being friendly to the dead; he was new to the war and he had no sense of humor for these kinds of things. O'Brien did learn how to use words to make things not so bad, though. "It's easier to cope with a kicked bucket than a corpse; if it isn't human it doesn't matter much if it's dead. And so a VC nurse, fried




