I can remember last summer like it was yesterday….
I was in Boston walking the streets with my dorm mates. The sun was pounding the pavement with intense UV rays. The heat flowed through the rubber soles of my shoes, and my feet felt its wrath. Each day my routine was the same: go to class, go get lunch, go study, and go explore the city. So with all this walking I had to do, I learned to listen to music everywhere. Just pop in some earphones, and all the noises of the city would fade away. Of course, I listened to a variety of songs. One song I remember the most is The Hills, which is sung and written by The Weekend. I don’t really understand what made me so attracted to this song. Was it the provocative lyrics? The suggestive themes? The hard bass? Perhaps it was all of these elements combined.
I know for certain though the how slow and carefree the world around me seemed to be. Even the mean streets of Boston couldn’t ruin my elated feelings when I listened to The Hills. Every time I listened to this song I began to think about life in Texas. How were my friends doing? Am I missing out on anything?
While I never really payed attention to the actual lyrics, in hind sight they are pretty provocative. Have a look below.
Your man on the road, he doin’ promo
You said, “Keep our business on the low-low”
I’m just tryna get you out the friend zone
Cause you look even better than the photos
I can’t find your house, send me the info
Drivin’ through the gated residential
Found out I was comin’, sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it but your friends know
I’ma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up don’t seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches ‘fore I saw you
And you gon’ have to do it at my tempo
Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs started feelin’ like it’s decaf
I’m just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a relapse
Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?
Hide your lies, girl, hide your lies
Only you to trust, only you
Yene konjo, ewedihalehu
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Yene fikir, fikir, fikir, fikir
Dang Tim O’brien…
For those of you who do not know Tim O’brien is one of the great modern American authors, but contrary to what we’d like to believe about great authors, Tim looks like a pretty typical guy. He has written a multitude of books on the topic of the Vietnam War, the most popular being The Things They Carried. His approach to retelling the war is quite an extraordinary one. As an author, Tim O’brien’s goal is to completely immerse his readers in this world he created. In this interview, it is mentioned that O’brien used a story-telling style to do so. Personally, I found his reasoning to be spot on. In general, we (humans) tend to engage in an activity when we are a part of it, so story-telling is an effective method to get the audience immersed.
Another topic I’d like to address is whether or not it is fiction or not. Initially, I would like to say it is simply non-fiction since the inside cover of the book says “a work of fiction.” But after listening to Tim O’brien speak in this interview, I know think that this is a true story just written about people with fake names. I came to this conclusion after Tim O’brien revealed that it is in some sense true. But you should watch the interview here and come up with your own conclusion.
This week I read some first-person accounts of the Vietnam War. This war is known for being particularly brutal, and by brutal I mean BRUTAL. However, this time I read a first-person account that didn’t deal with extreme violence. In fact, it was about a different facet of the army than most people are familiar with: the Women’s Army Corps Detachment.
Nancy Jurgevich was a Commander of the Women’s Army Corps Detachment in Saigon during the war. In this experience, Jurgevich recalls how young the other women under her command were, describing them as “barely out of their twenties.” She all recalls how her elevated status granted her significant luxury in comparison to the those granted to other women in the army. While Jurgevich lived in a trailer, the barracks for the other soldiers only granted ten feet of space per person. According to Jurgevich, the WAC was always under strict supervision to ensure the safety of its troops. Ironically, there was only one security guard and no weapons.
As a commanding officer, Nancy Jurgevich had to supervise and watch over the safety of her subordinates. This task was especially evident when a mortar attack left her commanding officer dead, and she had to assume the mantle of responsibility. Telling the other soldiers about the death of her CO was one of the hardest things she did in Vietnam. But after this war, Jurgevich had the option to return home and become a housewife or continue to serve in the military and build an impeccable military career. She chose the latter and eventually worked for the Pentagon.
Personally, I was fascinated by this account of the Vietnam War. Most of the accounts I have read about are from a man’s perspective. As a result, it is almost always about the injustice of war. I mean no disrespect, but after reading too many similar accounts, I felt that many people’s account of the war was more or less the same: brutal. However, this completely changed how I should perceive such events. Rather than viewing each account as the same, I should look for what exactly makes each experience so powerful and unique to the narrator. Another talking point about this account was that I came from a woman. I didn’t realize that women were actually on the front line in the Vietnam War. I knew that some served as nurses, but I could never imagine that a significant number worked as a part of an intelligence unit.
Check the story out here.
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