It is challenging to distinguish between what happened and what appeared to happen. What appears to happen becomes its very own happening and contains to be told that way. Some veterans do not prefer to share their stories of their service while some do. Often there is something about war stories that individuals that have not served in the military cannot believe. In the story “How to Tell a True War Story” we discover that Tim O’Brien spent time in Vietnam. He tells a story about two young guys that became close friends within the military and how terrible losing a friend can be. In the short story, O’Brien brings a sense of style to his vision associated with the violent and unforgiving war. The setting sun, cool moon rising across the evening paddies, the white blossoms, and then the smell of the moss, are terms that allow the reader to comprehend that these soldiers were still humans. These men still had hearts and in the center of the blood and gore, they saw beauty, within their surroundings and in one another. They had a “…aching love for how the world could be and always should be…” (O’Brien, 347). O’Brien describes to the reader the unexplained harsh killing of innocent people on both sides from being in the war. He says that a war story which is true isn’t
It is challenging to distinguish between what happened and what appeared to happen. What appears to happen becomes its very own happening and contains to be told that way. Some veterans do not prefer to share their stories of their service while some do. Often there is something about war stories that individuals that have not served in the military cannot believe. In the story “How to Tell a True War Story” we discover that Tim O’Brien spent time in Vietnam. He tells a story about two young guys that became close friends within the military and how terrible losing a friend can be. In the short story, O’Brien brings a sense of style to his vision associated with the violent and unforgiving war. The setting sun, cool moon rising across the evening paddies, the white blossoms, and then the smell of the moss, are terms that allow the reader to comprehend that these soldiers were still humans. These men still had hearts and in the center of the blood and gore, they saw beauty, within their surroundings and in one another. They had a “…aching love for how the world could be and always should be…” (O’Brien, 347). O’Brien describes to the reader the unexplained harsh killing of innocent people on both sides from being in the war. He says that a war story which is true isn’t