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Fear I am a coward for choosing war over what I believe. We all have fears that embarrass us some how. Whether it is being gay and staying in the closet or just not being able to tell your father how much you love him. My fear in life is death. Not being able to live life to the fullest scares me to a point where sleeping is now a commodity. I was born in Tehran, Iran on July 10, 1977. That would be about two years before the revolution in Iran. Throughout my childhood I grew up not fearing death. I suppose I was too young to understand the full meaning of life and how precious it is. As a child I witnessed death all around me yet, the loss of innocent lives meant nothing to me. War is said to be the action of last resort in a conflict situation. To go to war is to challenge a country to a duel knowing the severity of its consequence. In a conflict situation people somehow forget that in order to be victorious there will be thousands of innocent lives lost in the process, and in the end death is the only thing that is certain. In the book, “The Things They Carried.” The author describes death in many different ways. Some gruesome while others peaceful, as if, “the sun seemed to gather around him and pick him up and lift him into a tree.” (p.84) Death is inevitable, yet when it is spoken about people grown panic. The thought of death and the fear that it instills in peoples lives turns men into cowards. Everyone has fears. Without fear people would think they are invincible. In this book one of the characters, “Azar,” shows no emotions towards the loss of lives. He has no fear and is a callous human being. In reality his fears are as great as everyone else’s in the platoon yet he chooses to express himself in a different way. Instead of dealing with his fears like others he becomes a callous heartless killing machine with no remorse to life in general. He would rather laugh and make rude comments then to express any sings of sympathy. “War is a bitch. One leg for Christ sake. Some poor bastard ran out of ammo.” Even a person as callous as Azar has their moment of truth. When Kiowa was killed the true person behind the mask came out.
Approximate Word count = 1607
Approximate Pages = 6.4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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