The truths are contradictory. It can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty. For all its horror, you can’t help but gape at the awful majesty of combat. you stare out at tracer rounds unwinding through the dark like brilliant red ribbons. You crouch in ambush as a cool, impassive moon rises over the nighttime paddies. you admire the fluid symmetries of troops on the move, the harmonies of sound and shape and proportion, the great sheets of metal-fire streaming down from a gunship, the illumination rounds, the white phosphorus, the purply orange glow of napalm, the rocket’s red glare. It’s not pretty exactly. It’s astonishing. It fills the eye. It commands you. You hate it, yes, but your eyes do not. Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope, any battle or bombing raid or artillery barrage has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference—a powerful, implacable beauty—and a true war story will tell the truth about this, though the truth is ugly.

— Tim O’Brien, How to Tell a True War Story from The Things They Carried

  1. atomm-heart-mother reblogged this from whitewasht
  2. elidemort reblogged this from duskblood
  3. existurbation reblogged this from nickturse
  4. duskblood reblogged this from nickturse
  5. phiney28 reblogged this from nickturse
  6. voidofsoul reblogged this from nickturse
  7. friedrichnietzschevevo reblogged this from nickturse
  8. nickturse reblogged this from killanythingthatmoves
  9. killanythingthatmoves reblogged this from whitewasht
  10. somethingverycool reblogged this from whitewasht
  11. meditating-rose reblogged this from whitewasht
  12. whitewasht posted this