“Life of a soldier, looking at the glass ceiling” Taj Atkinson Teaser:
I hear and see dead people all the time, can you imagine seeing hundreds of dead faces every day for the rest of your day. I see the children running to random villagers asking for help and the pain in all their faces is painted in red. Well I couldn’t either until now of course, I see them when I’m sleep, and even when I eat, I wake up and sleep in an infinite nightmare. Maybe the solution I seek to stop my sights lies in a dream where the tips of knifes enter my eyes, or in the barrel of a gun pointed to my temple, who knows it may even be at the bottle of a glass…. And the names those people call me as I live everyday like nothing …show more content…
O’Brien is in his teen years when he ignorantly enters the war afraid of the shame that dodging the war would bring him. He later as a guiltily middle-aged man full of war stories about Vietnam in order to cope with his painful memories. Here we witness a conversation between Tim O’Brien the author of Things They Carried, a Reporter, and Ishmael Beah author Long Way Gone, as they talk about the “Life of a soldier, looking at the glass ceiling” by Taj …show more content…
I an unwilling became a boy soldier at the age of twelve, after my village was attacked while I was away performing in a rap group with friends. Here is the brief story of my experience as a child solider, while when they attacked me, my brother, and his friends wandered off from village to village in search of food and shelter. We found ourselves committing the very same unspeakable acts that O’Brien spoke of earlier, like stealing food from children. I later on was taken and made into a soldier by the army and then I found myself becoming the very thing I feared looking for a family and protection, well the army became my family after they brainwashed me into believing that killing rebels would relieve me of the pain of my own family's death. Long story short I was taken to a rehabilitation center, I met a nurse named Esther who showed me love and compassion causing me to open up and understand that my past life was wrong but it wasn’t my fault allowing me to forgive myself. Following this I was welcomed by my extended family in Freetown where I recieved their support and
I hear and see dead people all the time, can you imagine seeing hundreds of dead faces every day for the rest of your day. I see the children running to random villagers asking for help and the pain in all their faces is painted in red. Well I couldn’t either until now of course, I see them when I’m sleep, and even when I eat, I wake up and sleep in an infinite nightmare. Maybe the solution I seek to stop my sights lies in a dream where the tips of knifes enter my eyes, or in the barrel of a gun pointed to my temple, who knows it may even be at the bottle of a glass…. And the names those people call me as I live everyday like nothing …show more content…
O’Brien is in his teen years when he ignorantly enters the war afraid of the shame that dodging the war would bring him. He later as a guiltily middle-aged man full of war stories about Vietnam in order to cope with his painful memories. Here we witness a conversation between Tim O’Brien the author of Things They Carried, a Reporter, and Ishmael Beah author Long Way Gone, as they talk about the “Life of a soldier, looking at the glass ceiling” by Taj …show more content…
I an unwilling became a boy soldier at the age of twelve, after my village was attacked while I was away performing in a rap group with friends. Here is the brief story of my experience as a child solider, while when they attacked me, my brother, and his friends wandered off from village to village in search of food and shelter. We found ourselves committing the very same unspeakable acts that O’Brien spoke of earlier, like stealing food from children. I later on was taken and made into a soldier by the army and then I found myself becoming the very thing I feared looking for a family and protection, well the army became my family after they brainwashed me into believing that killing rebels would relieve me of the pain of my own family's death. Long story short I was taken to a rehabilitation center, I met a nurse named Esther who showed me love and compassion causing me to open up and understand that my past life was wrong but it wasn’t my fault allowing me to forgive myself. Following this I was welcomed by my extended family in Freetown where I recieved their support and