We
hear of soldiers going to war and when they return home, they are never
the same. The reason for this may be for
a variety of reasons; deaths, poverty, and sickness. War sucks.
These soldiers suffer PTSD when they come home. Something as simple as a slam of a door or a
stack of plates crashing to the floor can on set the disorder and bring these
men and women back to feeling the fear and emotions they had during their time
overseas. Sometimes, their experience is
so bad, the disorder can be develop while at war and cause soldiers either to
not perform or acquire mental toughness to do whatever it takes to get through
it.
Cacciato,
the Road to Paris, Sarkin Aung Wan (his female companion). They all have one thing in common. Fake.
Non-existent. Of course Cacciato
was a real person, but he never left nor lead a whole squadron on a wild goose
chase thousands of miles to Paris. This
fantasy was all generated in Paul Berlin’s head to escape being completely
dragged down by horrifying war events. Clearly,
it got him through even the worst of it.
O’Brien really made us as readers feel, well, I don’t know how to
describe it. The whole story was kind of
a stretch so you were reluctant to believe it at first and right about the time
when you give in and accept its possibility, O’Brien twists it and it’s all a
lie. Makes you feel dumb, like
Cacciato. It especially sucked when the
squad had made it to Paris and everyone was happy. Paul Berlin had even bought
an apartment with his companion in Paris and it just gave off good, happy
vibes.
Almost
out of the blue, like an aside in a play write, Paul Berlin turns to the
audience and just talks to them.
"’This is not a
plea for placidness of mind or feebleness of spirit.
It is a plea for the
opposite: that, like your father, you would build
fine houses; that,
like your town, you would endure and grow and produce
good things; that you
would live well. For just as happiness is more than
the absence of
sadness, so is peace infinitely more than the absence of
war. Even the refugee
must do more than flee. He must arrive. He must
return at last to a
world as it is, however much in conflict with his
hopes, and he must
then do what he can to edge reality toward what he has
dreamed, to change
what he can change, to go beyond the wish or the
fantasy. "We had
fed the heart on fantasies," says the poet, "the heart's
grown brutal from the
fare." Spec Four Paul Berlin, I urge you to act.
Having dreamed a
marvelous dream, I urge you to step boldly into it, to
join your dream and to
live it. Do not be deceived by false obligation.
You are obliged, by
all that is just and good, to pursue only the
felicity that you
yourself have imagined. Do not let fear stop you. Do
not be frightened by
ridicule or censure or embarrassment, do not fear
name-calling, do not
fear the scorn of others. For what is true
obligation? Is it not
the obligation to pursue a life at peace with
itself?’” (p318)
This is the point where the realization that this whole journey
was made up. The meaning of this work as
a whole is one, to show how war sucks, and two, one must cope with adversity. One
must adapt and overcome that obstacle and do whatever it takes to move on.