Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sweetheart of the Song of Tra Bong

 “Sweetheart of the Song of Tra Bong” is about a girl who comes to Vietnam.   The story is told by the character Rat Kiley.  Rat describes how the girl’s boyfriend, Mark Fossie, arranged to have her travel out to a Vietnam outpost so they can live together.  Her name was Mary Anne.  Mary is described as being young and sweet when she arrives.  She has blue eyes and blond hair.  She is intelligent and wants to learn more about the surroundings and military life.  She learns to cook and eat like the locals. She even travels to a nearby hostile village where she acts like she has no care in the world.  She learns about the weapons and instruments of war.  They teach her how to maintain and use a firearm.  She learns how to shoot.  She even helps the medics with surgery.   She seems to change after a while.  She grows more distant and less carefree.  She starts staying out later at night and one night doesn’t return home.  Rat and Mark look for her but can’t find her in camp.  They don’t find her till morning when a troop of Green Berets return from an ambush.  She had gone with the Greenies on the ambush.  Her boyfriend Mark freaks out and lays down the law.  She stops dressing like a solder and starts acting like a girl again.  Only thing is, it’s just an act.  When it comes time for Mark to make arrangements for her to return home she becomes depressed and just stares off into the jungle.  She won’t talk about what is bothering her.  Well the next time the Greenies disappear on a mission she goes with them.  When she returns she doesn’t even try to talk to Mark she just goes into camp with the Greenies.  Mark waits outside by the entrance to the Greenies camp.  In the middle of the night Rat goes to check on Mark.  They hear a strange singing coming from the Greenies tent.  It sounds like Mary’s voice.  Mark enters the tent and freezes at the doorway.  They find her inside the tent wearing a necklace make of human tongues.  She explains to them she belongs to the war, and Vietnam, and wants to be a part of it. They leave her there realizing there was nothing they could do to change her mind.  Rat is shipped out to Alpha Company but reports hearing that Mary ends up disappearing into the jungle.  Her body was never found.  Some believe she is still alive hunting in the shadows of the jungle.
            I wonder when I read this story:  Would some women react differently to war than a man?  Mary Anne is quite enamored with the war.  She describes “It’s like this appetite… I feel close to myself.  When I’m out there at night, I feel close to my own body, I can feel my blood moving, my skin and my fingernails, everything, it’s like I’m full of electricity and I’m glowing in the dark –I’m on fire almost cause I know exactly who I am. You can’t feel like that anywhere else.” (O'Brien 108).  When she arrived at Vietnam, Mary Anne immediately began immersing herself in the local culture.  She was under no obligation to be in any way apart of the war.  She was simply a civilian living with medics in a military base.  But she wanted to take in the sites.  She wanted to learn about firearms and instruments of warfare.  She wanted to join the medics in their gruesome duties.  And then she went even farther.  She became even more involved than her medic comrades.  She joined the group of Green Berets on an ambush.  Where, she was driven to be a part of her surroundings; the men around her were content with leisure.  “Most mornings were spent on the volleyball court.  In the heat of midday the men would head for the shade, lazing away the long afternoons, and after sundown there were movies and card games and sometimes all-night drinking sessions.” (O'Brien 88).  They were only there because they had to be.  It’s possible that in some way her being a woman effected how she dealt with her surroundings.  She wasn’t content with just being on the sidelines, she wanted to be a part of what was going on.  Most of the men I know would much rather let others face drama than bring it in on themselves.  I can’t say the same is true for most of the women I know.  They are constantly thinking about situations and how they feel about them.  They become personally engaged in the events in their lives.  A man on the other hand often time’s just lives threw things, having little thought or feeling on the matter, just dealing with things as he sees fit.  It’s not necessarily a better way of doing things, just different.  But is becoming personally and emotionally involved with something as gruesome as warfare really a good idea?  In Mary’s case it took over her life so that she left civilization and disappeared into the jungle.  She wasn’t even useful as a solder any more.

Sources
O'Brien, Tim. "Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong."Things They Carried.   (1990): 85-110. Print.
"womansolder." Withers: Discharged soldier offers ideas on how to dismantle DADT. Web. 3 Oct 2010. <http://www.365gay.com/blog/020510-anthony-woods-offers-ideas-on-dadt/>.



Sunday, September 26, 2010

Fear of Man


To what extent are you willing to stand up for what you believe in? What are the forces that prevent some people from doing what they believe is right?  The fear of how others will react is often times a huge factor in how people act.  The fear of the consequences of our choices is another.  It is normal to desire the acceptance of others.  Peer pressure is a huge influence in the behavior of young and old alike.  People are influenced in how they dress, how they act, and even how they think.  It is normal to take into consideration the feelings of others when making decisions.  But should we allow the opinions of others to make us do something we feel to be wrong?  Everything we do in life has the potential for both good and bad consequences.  Is a particular belief important enough to act upon regardless of the consequences?  Would you be able to take a particular course of action if you knew the consequences would be unfavorable?  Would you do what you felt to be right event if it meant going to jail?  Or, would you even die for what you believed?
The Things They CarriedIn the short story “On the Rainy River” the author Tim O’Brien documents a decision he had to face.  He tells about how he was opposed to the Vietnam War.  He felt to the core of his being that this particular war was wrong. He was drafted to go fight in the war.  At first he does nothing.  He just works and caries on with life like nothing had changed.  Then he attempts to flee to Canada to escape from going to war.  He gets as far as a small lodge at the border where he stops to rest.  Hear he struggles with his decision to flee.  He is concerned about his image.  He doesn’t want others to look down on him for being a coward or a traitor.  He is also afraid of being caught and facing the law.  The turmoil inside of him is so strong it makes him physically ill.  He is out in a fishing boat on the Canada border and his escape is within his reach.  He breaks down crying.  He can’t bring himself to go through with escaping.  He ends up fighting in the war.  In the end though he admits his greatest shame, his true cowardice, was in going to war.  He was too afraid of others to stand up for what he believed in.  


Sources: 
"war1." Web. 26 Sep 2010. 
     < http://digitalseance.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/war1.gif >
"The Things They Carried." Amazon. Web. 26 Sep 2010. 

Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Blood Storm


I've been racking my brain as to how to respond to the play "The Sand Storm”, by Sean Huse.  The mere fact that I don’t have a reaction, stirred a reaction in me.  The play was graphic, violent, and disturbing.  And I have to think to respond to it?  That is a problem.  That would indicate that I’ve been exposed so much to hate, violence, and human suffering; that I don’t form an emotional response when I read about it.   I certainly wouldn’t have read this play if I wasn’t required to.  I don’t involve myself in war or political matters.  This put aside, or perhaps because of this, I would rather read about something that interests me.  Some people find war oh so fascinating.  I think they believe it to be something noble somehow.   I see war is a vial disregard for human life.  I was relieved to find that the play didn’t try to paint an image of heroism when it depicted the battles.  It showed how dishonorable some of the solders felt about themselves and what they ‘had’ to do.  There deeds ranged from disregard for the needs of others to outright massacre of innocent people.  The play described some of them with bloodlust having no regard for the destruction they had caused.  Others reflected on a single detail of a battle and why it was significant to them personally.  I feel that the mental trauma that war places on people goes a lot deeper then even they know.   It is a fundamental part of every human conscience to be aware of the suffering of others and to value human life.  War forces people to disregard these most basic instincts.  The adrenalin of fight or flight kicks in while in battle.  The solder can feel powerful even invincible.  They are so intent on self preservation they forget that these are human lives that are being ended around them.  Is it self preservation, though, if you volunteered to be a part of a battle?  If you don’t do everything in your power to avoid going to war aren’t you in a way responsible for what you ‘have’ to do while you are there?  It’s something to think about.  The act of war is put behind rosy glasses.  The media depicts taking out the bad guy, never killing the innocent bystanders.  And it certainly doesn’t stress that both of these individuals’ lives were valuable and shouldn’t be taken.  If no one went to war, would there be war anymore?


Source:
"SandStormFront." cafepress. Web. 19 Sep 2010
"Peace." chattahbox.com. Web. 19 Sep 2010 

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Responding to a Poem(s)

In the poem Immigrants in Our Own Land, by Jimmy Santiago Baca I found some deeper meaning.  Although the poem asserts to be written about immigrants, it made me think about jail or prison.  The poem talks about the desire to rehabilitate the immigrants. This is similar to the way the justice system declares they want to rehabilitate criminals to become useful members of society.  I find this claim to be absurd.  Jails serve little more purpose than to store humans.  They are simply a place to put people who are a bother to society.  It is an arbitrary punishment for whatever crimes the individuals has been charged with.  The poem refers to these ‘immigrants’ as living in cells with bars.  And the result of their stay, “our bodies decay, / our minds deteriorate, we learn nothing of value. / Our lives don’t get better, we go down quick.”(39-41).  Some become gangsters, “Some will die and others will go on living / without a soul, a future, or a reason to live.” (63-64).  I think it describes their situation best when it said, “so very few make it out of here as human”(66).  The poem doesn’t go so far to make me feel like incarceration isn’t a necessary part of our justice system. It does however make me feel like more is necessary in caring for individuals charged with crimes.  It turns out that the author has some expertise in this subject being a former convict himself (enotes). I really feel he did an excellent job of portraying the situation of those in the prison system.
  
  The second poem that held my attention, while reading threw the collection provided, was Photograph from September 11 by Wislawa Szymborska.  I appreciated how this scene of September 11 was depicted.  For myself the events of that date were not continues streams of time, rather brief images captured between glances at a TV and suppressing the deep feelings of disbelief.  She said, “The photograph halted them in life” (4).   Thus describing the images burned into film or burned into the minds of those viewing the event.  As if these images would preserve alive the falling victims they depict.  She concludes by saying “I can do only two things for them— / describe this flight / and not add a last line.” (17-19)  So in her own way she was honoring these lives lost by telling about how they died.  In order to keep their memory alive and not add to the horror, she chose not to describe the final impact that ended their existence.


Sources:
"JailCells." Microsoft Office 2007 Clipart
"Cuffed." Microsoft Office 2007 Clipart

Monday, August 23, 2010

Re: Nabokov, “Good Readers and Good Writers”


According to Nabokov a good reader is someone who does more than just relate to the character of the story.  In fact he recommends being somewhat aloof to the character.  Instead of using emotion to relate he encourages using an impersonal imagination to form the story in our minds eye.  I definitely agree it takes more than being attentive to how the story makes you feel to grasp the story.  You have to be able to formulate the details much as a bystander would.  This requires some detachment and objectivity on the part of the reader.  I feel a good reader has the ability to picture a lot of details and to follow the events of the story line.  This requires a lot of concentration and imagination. I also feel like a good reader is able to stay in the now of the story not summing up the entire book based on a likely outcome.  Where I think it is acceptable to formulate some ideas as to where the story is going.  It is very important not to overlook the journey being taken to reach its end.  I feel like I am a good reader because of these attributes.  I thrive on details and follow events as they happen in the story.   I don’t excuse a writing as boring because it builds to what some would consider a predictable outcome.  Being a good reader is more than being able to read and think.  In fact it has a lot to do with letting go of your thinking and just visualizing what events and details are being conveyed.

Sources:
"BookHead." Microsoft Office 2007 Clipart

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