She looked at him, "You can't leave, we can figure something out..." she drifted off. She knew what he would say, there was nothing she could do to change that.
"I have to leave and you know I can't do anything about it." He said this in a gentle tone, trying to hide his agony. He didn't want to leave, but he knew he had to.
She looked down, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
"Whatever happens, I'll always be with you." The softness of his voice was almost enough to make her smile. He leaned over and kissed her. She felt his smooth lips for what might be the last time.
She looked up and stared into his golden brown eyes. This wasn't fair. Why did he have to leave? It was as if the world didn't want them to be together.
He turned around and dissapeared into the woods. Around her neck, she felt the cold necklace that he had given her on their first date. It was a silver heart hanging on a silver chain. It was simple, but it meant everything to her. She took it off and dug a whole at the bottom of a pine tree. She placed the necklace inside it and covered it with soil, burrying her love along with the silver heart.
Decades later, the necklace is still there. Kids run around the forest ignoring what had happened a long time ago. Everything seems normal, but beneath the earth at the bottom of a pine tree, lies a silver heart, representing and strong, but impossible love. If someone is to find it, they won't know what it will mean, it will just be another mystery.
Me-Myself-I
jueves, 1 de noviembre de 2012
Ambush/ The Man I Killed
"The Man I Killed" is written from the
point of view of O’Brien. He wasn't really sure of what was going on, just as
he wasn't sure about what he was doing when he threw the grenade. I think that
he did kill him, but I also think that he really didn't know what was happening
or hat he was doing. I don't think that he did it on purpose it was just a
natural reflex, he probably could never imagine himself killing someone else.
O'Brien really doesn't know anything about the man except
for his appearance. He makes up or imagines his life and everything he could
have had. The guilt inside of him is making him think of everything that he has
probably taken away from the man by killing him. This whole other life that he
is creating in his mind shows all the wonderful and great things that the man
had and could have looked forward to if he lived through the war. All of this
comes from his imagination to make him feel even guiltier.
miércoles, 31 de octubre de 2012
Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong
Mary Anne has transformed into a killer because of
how long she has been there. Unlike the men, she has become a part of the war
and has embraced Vietnam. All the injuries, deaths, and losses she has seen have
opened her mind to understanding what is going on in the war. This changes her
and shows her all the violence that has taken place in Vietnam and all the
ignorance of the people back in her home. Because she is a woman, the men there
expect her to be sweet and pretty all the time. They all loved her because she
reminded them of the girls back home and also because she was the only lady
around. The men were different from Mary Anne in the way that they were all
there because they had to be, not because they wanted to be. Mary Anne wasn't
afraid of what she saw and what was happening. She sort of became a savage, but
wasn't afraid of her changes.
O’Brien lets Rat Kiley tell this part of the story
because he is more likely to exaggerate. O'Brien keeps on saying that a story
that seems true might not necessarily be true. He tries to get us to understand
that just because stories may seem real while reading them does not mean that
it has actually happened or taken place in real life. He lets Kiley tell the
story to show us how exaggeration can seem so real, but might not be true.
domingo, 28 de octubre de 2012
Spin
"All that peace man, it feels so good it hurts. I want to hurt it back."
A war is a state of armed conflict between
different nations or states or different groups within a nation or state. From
this definition we can conclude that a war is a time of disagreement and chaos.
If there is chaos or disagreement between two people or groups then how can there
be peace? Usually when there is a war, it is because of a disagreement between
two groups. And generally when there is disagreement, there is no peace between
the two groups.
This logic is reflected in the quote above. O’Brien
is trying to show that because this is a war then there shouldn't be peace at
all. In situations like these it is silly to find peace while others are
fighting for their lives. The peace doesn't feel right because it evokes such a
good feeling during a time of pain and agony. He wants to hurt it because it
does not belong in such a place, where there is a war happening, the opposite,
or antonym of peace.
sábado, 27 de octubre de 2012
War Letters
Dear Mom,
I hope you are fine. Here we are moving quickly from base to base, though there is no telling when I will come home. I hope to see you soon, I really miss you and I miss home. It is hard to get used to the idea that this is war. Although it seems like I will will never come home, I have a feeling that this will be over soon. I am fine and you don't need to worry about me. Thank you for all the letters you have sent me, they really keep my hopes up and they seem to bring me luck. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Gaetane
If I were sent to war, I would definetly write to my mom because I know that she would try to cheer me up. I would tell her that I missed her and that I thought it would be over soon. I would want to give her hope and tell her that I would be home soon. I wouldn't want her to worry about me because I wouldn't want to give her more to think about. I would keep some information away from her like how some of the soldiers had already died because that would scare her even more. The letter above is short because if I were at war, I wouldn't want to write alot because I would end up writing about how scared I was and everything that was going on. There would be no reason for me to give her more to worry about.
I hope you are fine. Here we are moving quickly from base to base, though there is no telling when I will come home. I hope to see you soon, I really miss you and I miss home. It is hard to get used to the idea that this is war. Although it seems like I will will never come home, I have a feeling that this will be over soon. I am fine and you don't need to worry about me. Thank you for all the letters you have sent me, they really keep my hopes up and they seem to bring me luck. I'll see you soon.
Love,
Gaetane
If I were sent to war, I would definetly write to my mom because I know that she would try to cheer me up. I would tell her that I missed her and that I thought it would be over soon. I would want to give her hope and tell her that I would be home soon. I wouldn't want her to worry about me because I wouldn't want to give her more to think about. I would keep some information away from her like how some of the soldiers had already died because that would scare her even more. The letter above is short because if I were at war, I wouldn't want to write alot because I would end up writing about how scared I was and everything that was going on. There would be no reason for me to give her more to worry about.
The Things They Carried
To be honest, I don't have any items that I take
everywhere. If I have a purse with me, all that would really be in it would be
a really crappy phone, gum, probably a pencil, a piece of paper. Most girls
would probably carry their lipstick, makeup, and BlackBerrys in their handbags,
but I really don't think that's necessary. I mean, if I had a nicer phone than
my nokia that only good for calling, then that would be something that would
always be with me, but other than that, I have to admit that all I carry around
most of the time is a pencil and piece of paper.
I really enjoy drawing; usually I draw people with
sad, angry, happy faces, and many other emotions that I am feeling. Because of
this, I always bring along a pencil and piece of paper with me. I find drawing
quite entertaining if I am stuck somewhere with nothing to do. I am one of
those people that always considers the "what ifs" in any sort of situations.
I say to myself, "what if I end up bored and have nothing to do?" and
end up bringing along a pencil to doodle and draw whatever comes up into my
mind. Something else I like to carry with me is gum. I think that chewing gum
is relaxing if you are nerves about something or if you are in a bad mood. I
like chewing gum because it gives you something to do if you are just walking
or standing there.
I usually don't carry a purse of bag outside of
school because I always feel like I'm going to forget it somewhere, but when I
do, I almost always bring a pencil, with paper, and gum.
viernes, 26 de octubre de 2012
The Vietnam War
I can't pretend that I know a lot
about the Vietnam War. I have heard about it in the past, but except for that I
couldn't provide many facts about it if anyone asked me. Before the discussion
we had in class all I really knew about the Vietnam War was that it was fought
in Vietnam, the U.S. military was involved, and that it certainly was
catastrophic. I didn't know much about it and didn't have many relevant
questions, though, as we started discussing the topic in class and we had to
write down things or facts that we were interested in knowing, I started
wondering about how many casualties there were, what was the cause of the war,
what impacts did it have, and what other people thought about it.
Many facts that I learned were
based on others' inputs and knowledge. I had no great facts to contribute,
though listening to the rest of the class I learned many interesting
information. I learned that the war was fought because of communism, that
America supported (paid) for the war, and that it was the first "living-room
war". The Vietnam War resulted in 304,000 casualties, the death of 58,000
Americans, 61% of which were 21 or older, and that 75,000 people were severely disabled.
Learning about all these facts, I realized that the war was a catastrophic
event that scarred all those who were a part of it, who lived, and whose lives were taken.
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