Betrayal

In response to The Things They Carried, by Tim O'Brien

How does Tim O'Brien's injury impact his relation with his platoon?

**Platoon - a military unit that usually consists of a lieutenant and sections**

O'Brien gets shot twice while he was at war, which is what he discusses in the chapter "The Ghost Soldiers". The first time that he got shot, it was out by Tri Binh, which is in Vietnam. He got shot in the side, and fell on top of Rat Kiley's lap, which O'Brien said was a good thing because Rat Kiley was the medic in his platoon. He was immediately treated and then sent to the hospital later that night. It was in mid-December, 26 days after being shot, when O'Brien went back to Alpha Company and joined his unit. However, when he got back, he got news that Rat Kiley had been wounded and sent to Japan.

Bobby Jorgenson took Rat Kiley's place as the new medic. But Jorgenson was nowhere near to being as skilled or brave as Rat Kiley. When O'Brien got shot the second time, it was in the butt along the Song Tra Bong (which is a river). He laid there, screaming for help, but it took a while before Jorgenson had the guts to crawl over to him and help him. Even then, it was too late. He was sloppy with the patch job and did not know anything about shock, which caused O'Brien to go through a lot of suffering. Later on his butt wound began to rot. He wanted to get revenge on Jorgenson.

When staying at the hospital, he was unable to walk , sit, or sleep. The only position he could stay in was laying flat on his stomach. Due to his wound getting an infection, he has been having to spread some time of antibacterial ointment on it three times every day. It was that time that they thought that O'Brien had had enough injuries, so he was transferred to the Headquarters Company, which was the battalion supply section.

After being taken away, O'Brien no longer felt close to the soldiers that he had spent the past months with. Though O'Brien had never wanted to be in the war in the beginning, having spent so much time with his platoon and then being taken away from them cause him to want to be a part of the unit again. He had build many relationships and close friends. He states that "You become part of a tribe and you share the same blood-you give it together, you take it together"(O'Brien.192). When he was no longer a part of the unit, he envied their relationships and closeness, since that went through more experiences of war without O'Brien.

At one point, as mentioned earlier, O'Brien wanted to get revenge on Jorgenson for "making" him go through so much pain and having to deal with an unhealed wound for the rest of his life. He tried to get Mitchel Sanders, who was one of the men that was in the platoon he used to be in, to help him with getting revenge, but Sanders completely defended Jorgenson and stated how he was doing a lot better and was helping many of the men stay alive. However, O'Brien would not budge, most likely not worrying about his own morality. Sanders told O'Brien that he wouldn't understand since he was no longer part of the group. O'Brien was no longer as close to all the the men as Jorgenson was, even if he had spent a longer time with them. O'Brien felt betrayed.

The Inbetween

The Inbetween

Standing inches from the mirror

Only thing dividing myself from the mirror and my face

Was the camera

My hands clutching it tightly

Coming in and out of focusing

Seeing myself in the reflection

Of the reflection

Not one, but two mirrors

Two times

Two worlds

In and out of both

Like the focus

Never sure of where you belong

Just sure that where you stand

Is the closest you have to home.

Adrenaline

Heat in the body,

triggered by different things:

Passion

Embarrassment

Rage

Nervousness

Fear

The one that sticks the most?

Adrenaline.

The center and main cause

The Beach

The waves crash along the shore

spraying water into the air.

We hear the seagulls screeching in the background,

while the ocean roars in our ears.

Our arms are wrapped around

each others shoulders.

The light breeze lifts our hair

while the sun shines down on our faces.

I can taste the saltiness in the air

and feel the sand between my toes.

We stumble, clinging on to each other

while the picture is taken.

But we do not see

as we are turned away from the camera.

We focus on each others warmth,

as the breeze causes us to shiver.

We slowly stumble towards the water,

knowing it will be freezing,

yet we are still curious.

The water touches our skin,

causing us to scramble away,

squealing with coldness.

We don’t worry about the difficulties

that will occur later with getting

sand out of our clothes and hair.

Instead, we cherish the rare and precious moment.

Endless Road

The bright yellow road

curves carefully to the right

full of many obstacles and choices to come.

The plush green grass to its left

the deep dark mud to its right.

One with a bright mind,

the other with a negative one

yet both still able to

nurture the trees

to keep them strong and healthy

The white trunks shooting endlessly

towards the clouds.

The bright sunlight

emits through the trees

making the road brighter.

The road seems tempting,

promising, but is it really?

The grass and mud

may be more.

Only one way to find out..

Our Bracelet

Christmas day,

that small box is being opened,

revealing the silver bracelet.

Sisters,

the first thing I see

then all the little designs.

Sisters.

identical bracelets for us three,

made to be worn with pride

and most definitely will be.

worn every day only on our left hand,

always feeling comfortable.

the cold metal hitting my skin,

yet it feels warm to me.

questions asked and proudly answered

since 2009.

without it my wrist feels naked

useless, and cold

the strong metal has gone through a lot

with lots of scratches and bruises,

yet it still stays strong

as does our relationship.

this little object having lots of meaning,

strong enough to hold us together,

to represent our love and our loyalty

Destructed Beauty

The plush forest stands tall,

towering above all,

continuously blooming it’s beautiful colors

water drops lie here and there

from the morning mist

The white and orange item falls

from his selfish fingertips

almost out but not quite

still having enough power to destroy

The fog lifts up

the true beauty is finally shown

as the sunlight leaks through the trees

awaking a new array of colors

strong and proud

The tip grows a dim red

barely touching the nature around it

yet beginning the end

as the red spreads quickly

The plants burst into flame

shrivel up and crumble to the burnt ground

the strong trees are no longer strong

as they fall down

bringing whatever is in its way down as well

The land lays dead and dark

thick black smoke suffocating any living thing,

everything that took years to make

gone in seconds.

Beauty destroyed.