Ana Ledesma
Ms Hyde
Blue= Tim O’brien
Red= My interpretation
“Ambush” Tim O’Brien
When she was nine, my daughter Kathleen asked if I had ever killed anyone. “You Keep writing these war stories,: she said, “so I guess you must’ve killed somebody.” It was a difficult moment, but I did what seemed right, which was to say, “Of course not,”… Someday, I hope, she’ll ask again… I want to tell her exactly what happened, or what I remember happening, and then I want to say to her that as a little girl she was absolutely right.
I could not bear telling my daughter the truth about my experience in war, so I lied to her making it seem like I have never killed anyone. Yet I want to tell her the truth, when she gets older.
… I was afraid of him---afraid of something---and as he passed me on the trail, I threw a grenade that exploded at his feet and killed him.
War brings out fear in those people even if they are trained to be in the worst situation that may come their way. It brings out the desperation in most of us.
…I did not see him as the enemy: I did not ponder issues of morality or politics or military duty. …I was terrified. There were no thoughts about killing. The grenade was to make him go away... I had already thrown the grenade before telling myself to throw it.
I did not ponder on what I was doing. My fear over came my morals. I wanted to scare the man away, to make him go away, but not kill him
Even now I haven’t finished sorting it out. Sometimes I forgive myself, other times I don’t. In the ordinary hours of life I try not to dwell on it, My regret lived with me at any time of the day. but now and then,..I’ll look up and see the young man coming out of the morning fog….he’ll pass within a few yards of me… then continue up the trail to where it bends into the fog.
I would see the man. I would picture the man going about his way. Instead of throwing the grenade and killing him I simple let him and he would walk way. There would be no confrontation and life for me and him would be simpler.
Ms Hyde
Blue= Tim O’brien
Red= My interpretation
“Ambush” Tim O’Brien
When she was nine, my daughter Kathleen asked if I had ever killed anyone. “You Keep writing these war stories,: she said, “so I guess you must’ve killed somebody.” It was a difficult moment, but I did what seemed right, which was to say, “Of course not,”… Someday, I hope, she’ll ask again… I want to tell her exactly what happened, or what I remember happening, and then I want to say to her that as a little girl she was absolutely right.
I could not bear telling my daughter the truth about my experience in war, so I lied to her making it seem like I have never killed anyone. Yet I want to tell her the truth, when she gets older.
… I was afraid of him---afraid of something---and as he passed me on the trail, I threw a grenade that exploded at his feet and killed him.
War brings out fear in those people even if they are trained to be in the worst situation that may come their way. It brings out the desperation in most of us.
…I did not see him as the enemy: I did not ponder issues of morality or politics or military duty. …I was terrified. There were no thoughts about killing. The grenade was to make him go away... I had already thrown the grenade before telling myself to throw it.
I did not ponder on what I was doing. My fear over came my morals. I wanted to scare the man away, to make him go away, but not kill him
Even now I haven’t finished sorting it out. Sometimes I forgive myself, other times I don’t. In the ordinary hours of life I try not to dwell on it, My regret lived with me at any time of the day. but now and then,..I’ll look up and see the young man coming out of the morning fog….he’ll pass within a few yards of me… then continue up the trail to where it bends into the fog.
I would see the man. I would picture the man going about his way. Instead of throwing the grenade and killing him I simple let him and he would walk way. There would be no confrontation and life for me and him would be simpler.
0 comments:
Post a Comment