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“You could blame the war. You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds”

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“He wanted to tell the lieutenant how in the middle of the night he had pulled out Billie’s picture and passed it over to Kiowa and then switched on the flashlight, and how Kiowa had whispered, “Hey, she’s cute,” and how for a second the flashlight had made Billie’s face sparkle, and how right then the field had exploded all around them. The flashlight had done it. Like a target shining in the dark.”

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“They felt bad for Kiowa. But they also felt a kind of giddiness, a secret joy because they were alive and because even the rain was preferable to being sucked under a shit field, and because it was a matter of luck and happenstance.” This creates mixed emotions in both the reader and the characters. They feel saddened by the death of Kiowa, but also a little bit of joy because they are still alive buried deep under all of the emotion.

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Imagery which allowed the author to emphasize the feeling of awe the men had discovering Kiowas body. Repetition was used to show that for every death their had to be something or someone to blame

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“ Briefly, he stopped and watched the clouds. Except for some occasional thunder it was a deeply quiet morning, just the rain and the steady sloshing sounds of eighteen men wading through the thick waters.”
This quote shows imagery by really explaining how the environment was when they were searching for Kiowa. It explains the sounds they heard and even what they saw.

“In this hooded poncho, everything caked with mud, the boys face was impossible to make out.”

This quote also shows imagery by explaining what they saw and how the boy was completely covered in mud.

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“Whenever a man died it was always the same, a desire to get it over with quickly, no frills or ceremony, and what they wanted now was to head for a vile and get under a roof and forget what had happened during the night”(P.176). This is Logos this appeals to reason. This is the reason for all the misery, and blame of incidents that happened to the soldiers during war.
“The search went slowly. For the time the morning seemed to brighten, the sky going to a lighter shade of silver, but then the rains came back hard and steady. There was a feel of permanent twilight”(p.174). This is imagery it allows the ready to for a picture in their mind while reading. In this case the reading is able to imagine the scenery the soldier are at while looking for Kiowa. This also makes the readers feel like they are there.

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You could blame the war, You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate of an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.”

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“Lieutenant Jimmy Cross felt something tighten inside him.”
“Lieutenant Cross went deeper into the muck, the dark water at his throat, and tried to tell himself it was the truth.”

The imagery helps to convey Lieutenant’s emotions, the guilt he experiences due to Kiowa’s death, and the way he is handling the blame.

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“… in the middle of the night he had pulled out Billie’s picture and pass it over to Kiowa and then switched on the flashlight, and how Kiowa had whispered, ‘Hey, she’s cute,’ and how for a second the flashlight had made Billie’s face sparkle, and how right then the field had exploded all around them. The flashlight had done it. Like a target shining in the dark.” This paragraph gives the reader a clear detailed picture of what the young soldier believed to have caused Kiowa’s death, and in great detail tells his side of the story and why they might have been  attacked in the middle of the night.

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The rain made quick dents in the water like.tiny mouths

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“for a second the flashlight had made
Billie's face sparkle, and how right then the field had exploded all around them. The flashlight had done it. Like a target shining in the dark.”

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You could blame the war. You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate or an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.

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“The corpse was angled steeply into the muck, upside down, like a diver who had plunged headfirst off a high tower. The men stood quietly for a few seconds. There was a feeling of awe”

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The repeated mention of the weight of the soldiers gear and the specific items they carried, the burden they carried creates a sense of the soldiers' physical and emotional exhaustion.

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“I guess not. But I felt sort of guilty almost like if I’d kept my mouth shut none of it would have ever happened. Like it was my fault. Norman bowker looked out across the wet field. “Nobody’s fault” he said “every body’s”.

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“I guess not. But I felt sort of guilty almost like if I’d kept my mouth shut none of it would have ever happened. Like it was my fault. Norman bowker looked out across the wet field. “Nobody’s fault” he said “every body’s”.

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When a man died, there had to be blame.
Jimmy Cross understood this. You could blame the war. You could blame the idiots who made the war. You could blame Kiowa for going to it. You could blame the rain. You could blame the river. You could blame the field, the mud, the climate. You could blame the enemy. You could blame the mortar rounds. You could blame people who were too lazy to read a newspaper, who were bored by the daily body counts, who switched channels at the mention of politics. You could blame whole nations. You could blame God. You could blame the munitions makers or Karl Marx or a trick of fate or an old man in Omaha who forgot to vote.

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to the west there was thunder, soft little moaning sounds, and the monsoons seemed to be a lasting element of the war

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“The three men moved with slow, heavy steps. It was hard to keep balance. Their boots sank into the ooze, which produced a  powerful downward suction, and with each step they would have to pull up hard to break the hold. The rain made quick dents in the water, like tiny mouths, and the stink was everywhere.”

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“Kiowa, who saw it happen, said it was like watching a rock fall, or a big sandbag or something—just boom, then down—not like the movies where the dead guy rolls around and does fancy spins and goes ass over teakettle. . .”

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“Like Jimmy Cross, the boy was explaining things to an absent judge. It wasn’t to defend himself. The boy recognized his own guilt and wanted only to lay out the full causes.” This is considered as comparison because it shows how Jimmy Cross can relate to someone who made the same mistake he once made. He can feel the pain and recognizes the mistake that he made by seeing someone else doing the same thing. We can only recognize easily on the mistakes you see others make rather than yourself.

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Young soldier stood off by himself at the center of the field in knee-deep water, rwahcing down with both his hands  as if chasing some object just beneath the surface. The boy’s shoulders were shaking. Jimmy cross yelled again but the young soldier did not turn or look up. In his hooded poncho, everything caked with mud, the boy’s face was impossible to make out

This helps us imagine what they are seeing and it helps the reader feel like as if they were experiencing what they went through.