Love and War

I would like to explore the concept of love, the dichotomy between men and women's point of view, and the relationship between two short stories. In addition, I will explore the concept of "phantom", that is, the imaginary idealization and objectivity of characters. The two stories I chose were "what they carry" written by "Love Letters" by Tim O'Brien and Patricia Zelver. Both stories treat war and love letters in some way and describe how these letters affect the hero.

In "love and war," George Bush wrote a love letter to his new fiancé. The date is December 12, 1943. World War II is still in progress, and he is preparing to fight another battle in the sea. He enthusiastically told Bar (Barbara) that he fell in love with her completely. The high goal of his fight in war is changing. He just wants to stay with her. The realization of painful wars must be heavy in their heads. Happy days in 1943 should be full of celebrations and dinners. On the contrary, it was a blast, an aircraft that could not fly with strong winds, long term duties abroad, little communication, and fear was hidden. I am worried. Every small turn, death is crouching and you are ready to catch the next victim

Because all war stories are about death, war stories live in the area of ​​myths. One of the most uneasy reasons men love war is the thrill of their love and destruction against destruction. His excellent World War II book, warrior, J. Glenn Gray wrote as follows. Regardless of whether you are lying or not, please have fun. "

They say love and war are fair. Love is unfair, sometimes it feels like a war - war, casualties fill the entrenchment. I love you very much and I can not even measure it. I do not know if this is the right decision. It's like chess - it will not be known until I finish the game. All sleepless nights, spiritual war and confusion - I think it is worth looking in the long run. Even if we go to the last game and I have to let the king disappoint, I can not say that it is not worth it. Like a canvas in a picture, I draw a person who spent countless tasks. This picture is still beautiful, but a crack is always there - in your heart draw your attention

They said, "It is fair in love and war." There is no fairness about love and war. I think the opposite is true. There is no rule. There is no boundary. I can not see the right thing. An obvious fact is not noticed. After all, it wins at all costs. Even if it sacrifices the lives of others. Not all soldiers came to this place because they were chosen for patriotism. There is no other way to win the war besides throwing fairness from the window. Do not let the story talk about unfair love. I stood before the American War Memorial, I cried. It is a very complex emotion. Some people are innocent. Some people are suicide bombers. Someone's son, father, brother, daughter, mother, older sister. They are all dead. How many killed my brother? I do not know. It may not be the case. Perhaps it is a soldier of my father's company. Perhaps the one who shot my father. How long can you last and never forgive? I have noticed that I have grasped something so far.