The Things They Carried by Tim Obrien Dialectic Journal

The Important Things They Brought by Tim Obrien Dialectic Journal

The Important Things They Carried by Tim O’brien 1|Among the needs or near-necessities were P-38 can openers, pocket knives, heat tabs, wristwatches, dog tags, mosquito repellent, chewing gum, sweet, cigarettes, salt tablets, packages of Kool-Aid, lighters, matches, sewing kits, Military Payment Certificates, C rations, and 2 or 3 canteens of water. (pg. 2)|Most of these products I understand that they have to have them. There are a couple of though that I don’t think are a requirement or a near-necessity, like the sweet or cigarettes. Those are 2 things that aren’t needed in the war. 2|As a very first lieutenant and platoon leader, Jimmy Cross brought a compass, maps, code books, binoculars, and a. 45-caliber pistol that weighed 2. 9 pounds totally packed. He carried a strobe light and the responsibility for the lives of his men. (pg. 5)|He carried a lot and the last sentence there simply looks like foreshadowing. I’m now expecting something to happen to among his guys.|3|As an RTO, Mitchell Sanders brought the PRC-25 radio, a killer, 26 pounds with its battery. (pg. 5)|I would hate to bring that around all the time. 4|As a medic, Rat Kiley carried a canvas satchel filled with morphine and plasma and malaria tablets and surgical tape and comic books and all the things a medic need to bring, including M&M’s for especially bad injuries, for a total weight of almost 18 pounds. (pg. 5)|All of this things would be a discomfort to carry around likewise.|5|Creativity was a killer. (pg. 10)|This is true, people always let their imagination get the very best of them, and it causes them to experience the worst.|6|Lieutenant Cross carried his good-luck pebble. Dave Jensen carried a rabbit’s foot.

Norman Bowker, otherwise a very gentle person, brought a thumb that had existed to him as a present by Mitchell Sanders. (pg. 12)|This is revolting; I do not comprehend why some individuals carry around strange things like this. And it was a gift!?|7|On the morning after Ted Lavender died, First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross bent at the bottom of his foxhole and burned Martha’s letters. Then he burned the 2 photographs. (pg. 22)|I knew something was going to occur to one of Cross’s men. Cross was burning the letters and the pictures due to the fact that when Ted died, Cross was thinking about Martha, and he felt responsible. 8|At one point, I keep in mind, we paused over a picture of Ted Lavender, and after a while Jimmy rubbed his eyes and said he ‘d never forgive himself for Lavender’s death. (pg. 26)|I don’t blame him since if I remained in Jimmy’s position I most likely wouldn’t forgive myself either.|We have met our narrator, Tim O’Brien. He talks about Jimmy Cross a lot. Jimmy loves a woman named Martha back home. Jimmy was thinking about her one day and while he was doing that, among his males, Ted Lavender, was shot in the head. Jimmy feels accountable and stated he will never ever forgive himself.

O’Brien likewise talks of whatever that people carried. Some things were necessary like water, food, and weapons while other things were simply unusual like a thumb. He states a few of the near-necessities included sweet, cigarettes, and Kool-Aid, however I don’t think those are things that you require.|9|You take your product where you discover it, which remains in your life, at the intersection of previous and present. (pg. 33)|This holds true, when you compose you typically compose from experience, and if you aren’t there is truly absolutely nothing there.|10|And often keeping in mind will result in a story, that makes it permanently. pg. 36)|I like this because a story is forever; they get passed down from generation to generation.|11|Stories are for signing up with the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t keep in mind how you obtained from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story. (pg. 36)|This accompanies the previous quote by saying again that a story is permanently, and it goes even more and states that a story makes you forget things that are occurring around you. 12|Nerve, I seemed to believe, pertains to us in limited amounts, like an inheritance, and by economizing and stashing it away and letting it make interest, we steadily increase our moral capital in preparation for the day when the account need to be drawn down. (pg. 38)|This is a cool quote since I never considered comparing nerve and an inheritance getting interest, but the method O’Brien compares them makes it interesting.|13|A real war story is never ethical. It does not instruct, nor motivate virtue, nor recommend models of correct human habits, nor limit males from doing the things men have constantly done. pg. 65)|I think this holds true. If an individual wants to tell their own war story, they are just telling it, they are not expecting you to find a moral; they just desire you to listen.|14|If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has actually been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and dreadful lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. (pg. 65)|I comprehend what O’Brien is stating. You aren’t expected to like a war story, if anything they must make you unfortunate. 15|In any war story, however especially a true one, it’s difficult to separate what occurred from what seemed to take place. (pg. 67)|In any situation it is difficult to separate what truly took place from what you thought happened.|16|In a real war story, if there’s a moral at all, it’s like the thread that makes the fabric. You can’t tease it out. You can’t draw out the meaning without deciphering the much deeper meaning. And in the end, actually, there’s nothing much to say about a true war story, other than maybe “Oh”. (pg. 74)|This is true. When I hear war stories I don’t know what to state, since they impact you in a manner that is hard to discuss. 17|It comes down to gut impulse. A real war story, if really informed, makes the stomach believe. (pg. 74)|I think this due to the fact that a few of these stories actually make your stomach churn.|O’Brien informs us that the product you get for composing originates from your experiences from the past and the present, which a story will last permanently. He also broaches real war stories and the results they have on people. He says a real war story has no moral and that at the end of a war story you shouldn’t feel uplifted, because if you do you have actually been told a lie.

A real war story, in O’Brien’s viewpoint, need to make the stomach believe. When telling a war story, it is difficult to separate what took place from what you thought taken place. I think this is true for any story, not just war stories.|18|Nervously, she ‘d look throughout the table at Fossie. She ‘d wait a minute, as if to get some sort of clearance, then she ‘d bow her head and mumble out a vague word or more. There were no real answers. (pg. 98-99)|Mary Anne felt trapped. Fossie was controlling her and she needed to get his permission before she did something. I find this to be wrong. 19|”You remain in a place,” Mary Anne said softly, “where you do not belong.” (pg. 106)|This is ironic because she is the one that remains in a place where she doesn’t belong.|20|And then one early morning, all alone, Mary Anne walked off into the mountains and did not come back. (pg. 110)|This I find weird, I still don’t comprehend why she would wish to go off and live in the mountains alone.|21|”No sweat” he said. “The magic does not disappear.” (pg. 112)|Even after his sweetheart broke up with him he continues to use her pantyhose around his neck due to the fact that he says that they still work as a great uck charm.|22|”When I was a youngster, way back, I used to sit there on Sunday counting bricks in the wall.” (pg. 114)|I can connect to this since when I was little I would count the lights in the church because I would get so bored.|23|”The way it feels inside. It feels good when you simply sit there, like you’re in a forest and whatever’s really quiet, except there’s still this noise you can’t hear.” (pg. 116)|This holds true, a church makes you feel great and whatever is actually quiet.|24|When she was nine, my daughter Kathleen asked if I had ever killed anyone. pg. 125)|How are you expected to tell a 9 years of age something like this?|25|”You keep composing these war stories,” she stated, “so I guess you need to’ve eliminated somebody.” (pg. 125)|I can’t believe a nine-year-old could figure this out.|26|It was a challenging minute, however I did what seemed right, which was to state, “Naturally not,” and after that to take her onto my lap and hold her for a while. (pg. 125)|I can see why he did this but if she asks again in a few years, will he do the exact same thing or will he tell the reality?|27|I was terrified. There were no ideas about killing.

The grenade was to make him go away- just evaporate- and I leaned back and felt my head go empty and after that fill once again. I had actually already tossed the grenade before telling myself to throw it. (pg. 126-127)|I can see he was terrified which’s why he tossed it.|28|Even now I haven’t ended up arranging it out. In some cases I forgive myself, other times I do not. (pg. 128)|This is sensible. He killed a male without believing. His actions were necessary.|A man named Fossie has actually brought his sweetheart, Mary Anne, out to visit him, and that’s all it was supposed to be.

However she liked the area a lot she remained, she would even go out on ambushes at night. It continued to get weirder until she left and started to live in the mountains alone. This was one of the complete stranger war stories that O’Brien has informed. O’Brien discusses the man he killed. The man was walking by and O’Brien found it suspicious. He tossed a grenade without thinking and killed the guy. He still doesn’t always forgive himself.|29|Currently he had actually passed them 6 times, forty-two miles, nearly three hours without stop. (pg. 133)|This I find odd, I would be suspicious if I saw someone driving by 6 times. 30|As a starting point, possibly, Norman Bowker might then have actually listed the seven medals he did win: the Combat Infantryman’s Badge, the Air Medal, the Army Commendation Medal, the Great Conduct Medal, the Vietnam Campaign Medal, the Bronze Star, and the Purple Heart. (pg. 135)|This is a great deal of medals and they all probably reflect his personality.|31|”I practically won the Silver Star,” he would have said. (pg. 135)|But he didn’t. If I practically win something, however don’t, I would be fairly upset.|32|It was his eighth transformation around the lake. (pg. 140)|Now is when I might begin going crazy. 33|”I didn’t flip out,” he would’ve stated. “I was cool. If things had gone right, if it hadn’t been for that smell, I might’ve won the Silver Star.” (pg. 143)|I don’t blame him for reacting severely to the smell. I would not have actually wished to camp out in someone’s toilet; that is simply revolting.|34|On his eleventh transformation he switched off the air-conditioning, opened his window, and rested his elbow conveniently on the sill, driving with one hand. (pg. 146-147)|By now I would’ve called the cops because seeing a complete stranger driving around eleven times is something to be anxious about. 35|On his twelfth transformation, the sky went bananas with color. (pg. 148)|By this time the police officers better have actually been there because it is wrong to drive around an area twelve times in a row.|36|Telling stories looked like a natural, unavoidable process, like clearing the throat. (pg. 151)|This I find real because informing stories normally comes simple to individuals.|37|”Possibly so, maybe not. Ten billion places we could’ve set up last night, the guy selects a latrine.” (pg. 159)|This is disgusting. I probably would’ve disobeyed orders and found someplace else to camp due to the fact that I would not have the ability to stand it. 38|In an amusing way, it advised him of the community golf course in his home town in New Jersey. A lost ball, he thought. (pg. 160)|There is nothing amusing about trying to find a dead soldier.|39|”Daddy, inform the truth,” Kathleen can state, “did you ever eliminate anybody?” And I can state, truthfully, “Obviously not.” Or I can say, truthfully, “Yes.” (pg. 172)|I don’t comprehend this since one method or another he is lying.|40|”You are too.” She pulled her hand away and resented me. “Like coming by here. Some dumb thing occurs a very long time ago and you can’t ever forget it.” “And that’s bad?” “No,” she stated. That’s unusual.” (pg. 175)|Some things are tough to forget but I do not believe that it is odd that you can’t forget it; it just suggests that it made an influence on you.|O’Brien informs us about Norman Bowker. In my viewpoint he is unusual. When he goes to his hometown he drives around his old area for a total of twelve times, making an overall journey of 84 miles. I would begin to question why someone was driving around regularly by the 6th rotation, and whenever after that I would get a little more gone nuts. I would probably wind up calling the polices. We likewise discover that Norman won 7 medals and nearly won the Silver Star.

When O’Brien’s daughter turned ten, he took her on a trip to Vietnam. They visited all of the locations that O’Brien had been to, and she thought it was strange the stuff he remembered.|41|Right here, I believed. Leaning forward, I reached in with the moccasins and wedged them into the soft bottom, letting them slide away. (pg. 178)|He let the earth have back a piece of Kiowa, which is odd however reasonable at the exact same time.|42|Getting shot should be an experience from which you can draw some small pride. (pg. 182)|I comprehend that you need to enjoy that you are alive but not that you were shot. 43|Pride isn’t the best word. I do not know the right word. All I know is, you should not feel ashamed. Humiliation shouldn’t become part of it. (pg. 182)|This contradicts the quote prior to. Here he is saying you shouldn’t have pride. So which one is it?|44|I felt something shift within me. It was anger, partially, however it was also a sense of pure and overall loss: I didn’t fit any longer. They were soldiers, I wasn’t. (pg. 188)|Not fitting in is among the worst feelings you can have, and for O’Brien to not feel like a soldier anymore had to have actually been dreadful.|45|Psychology-that was something I understood.

You do not attempt to frighten people in broad daylight. You wait. Since the darkness squeezes you inside yourself, you get cut off from the outside world, the creativity takes control of. (pg. 195)|I agree with this due to the fact that during the day how are you going to terrify someone, they will be able to see you; the darkness is on your side during the night.|46|I fired off 3 more flares and it was immediate daytime. Then Jorgenson moved. He made a short, low cry- not even a cry, really, just a short lung and throat bark. (pg. 200)|I would be scared if they were doing this things to me. 47|I was shivering. I kept hugging myself, rocking, however I could not make it disappear. (pg. 206)|This is paradoxical since he was supposed to be scaring Jorgenson, not himself.|48|Always a heavy cloud cover. No moon and no stars. It was the purest black you might envision. (pg. 209)|I would not want to be in complete darkness since I would most likely start going crazy.|49|He could not sleep throughout the hot daytime hours; he could not handle the nights. (pg. 211)|He was terrified, I comprehend that.|50|However this too is true: stories can conserve us. (pg. 213)|I agree.

Stories take you places you have actually never ever been.|51|He used me a Christmas cookie form a batch his daddy had actually sent him. It was February now, but the cookies tasted fine. (pg. 215)|This goes to demonstrate how long it considers things to ship to them.|52|Even now, when I reflect on it, I can still see the shiny whiteness of her scalp. She wasn’t bald. Not quite. Not entirely. There were some tufts of hair, little patches of grayish brown fuzz. (pg. 222)|This is sad. My guess is that she has cancer or a bad health problem.|53|She passed away, naturally. Nine years old and she died.

It was a brain tumor. She lived through the summer and into the first part of September, and after that she was dead. (pg. 223-224)|I knew it was going to be something like this, but it is so sad that she was just nine years old.|54|In September, the day after Linda passed away, I asked my dad to take me down to Benson’s Funeral service House to see the body. I was a fifth grader then; I wondered. (pg. 227)|I do not believe I would want to see a dead body when I remained in 5th grade, it would most likely provide me nightmares.|55|”Well, today,” she said, “I’m not dead.

But when I am, it’s like … I don’t know, I guess it resembles being inside a book that no one’s reading.” “A book?” I stated. “An old one. It’s up on a library shelf, so you’re safe and whatever, however the book hasn’t been taken a look at for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Simply hope someone’ll choose it up and begin checking out.” (pg. 232)|O’Brien had dreams where he would see Linda. They would talk and play. O’Brien asked her what it was like to be dead and this was her response. I don’t always understand it because I obviously have not been dead however I believe O’Brien understands it. O’Brien speaks about getting shot and how you shouldn’t be humiliated by it. He likewise plots a revenge of the man that shot him. The very first part of the strategy goes well but the 2nd part not so much. We also learn more about O’Brien’s first love. They were both nine but he knew he enjoyed her. Her name was Linda. Their first “date” was at the films. She was using this cap that reminded him of Santa’s elves. Later on he found out that Linda had a brain tumor. She passed away when she was only 9 years of ages. Hers was the very first dead body O’Brien had actually seen. He would have dreams with her in them and they would talk and play.|

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