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"order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, or why you're there and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity"

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Right spills over into wrong. Order spills blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy,civility into savagery.

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"War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead."

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"and the booby-trapped 105 round blew him into a tree. The parts were just hanging there, so Dave Jensen and I were ordered to shinny up and peel him off."

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One guy jumps on it and takes the blast, but it's a killer grenade and everybody dies anyway. Before they die, though, one of the dead guys says, "The fuck you do that for?" and the jumper says, "Story of my life, man," and the other guy starts to smile but he's dead.

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"To generalize about war is like generalizing about peace." (O'Brien 77)

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"Well, that's Nam, he said. Garden of Evil. Over here, man, every sin's real fresh and original." (Page 76)

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"In war you lose your sense of the definite, hence your sense of truth itself, and therefore it's safe to say that in a true war story nothing is ever absolutely true."

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"War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead"(76)

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"Garden of Evil. Over here, man, every sin's real fresh and original." (76)

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“And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It’s about sunlight. It’s about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountain and do the things you are afraid to do.”page.81

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"but after a while they start hearing--you won't believe this--they hear chamber music."....."All these different voices. Not human voices, though."...."Everything talks. The trees talk politics, the monkeys talk religion. The whole country. Vietnam. The place talks. It talks. Understand? Nam--it truly talks."

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"I'll tell you - it's spooky. This is mountains. You don't know spooky till you been there, Jungle, sort of, except it's way up in the clouds and there's always this fog - like rain, except it's not raining - everything's all wet and swirly and tangled up and you can't see jack, you can't find your own pecker to piss with. Like you don't even have a body. Serious spooky." (pg.69)

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" Yet even if it did happen- and maybe it did, anything's possible - even then you know it can't be true, because a true war story does not depend upon that kind of truth."

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"Thouhj it's odd, you've never more alive than when you're almost dead," (O'Brien 78).

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“It can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty.”