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“A few names were known in full, some in part, some not at all. No one cared. Except in clearly unreasonable cases, a soldier was generally called by the name he preferred, or by what he called himself, and no great effort was made to disentangle Christian names from surnames from nicknames.”

Quote by Tim O'Brien

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Going After Cacciato

In this novel, the protagonist Paul Berliner, a soldier in the Vietnam War, embarks on a personal quest to escape the horrors of war. His journey takes him from the battlefield to the heart of Paris, challenging the traditional notions of heroism and duty. The story delves into the complexities of human nature, the absurdity of war, and the search for meaning in a chaotic world. more

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Tim O'Brien
Tim O'Brien

Tim O'Brien is an American novelist born on October 1, 1946. His works, set against the backdrop of the Vietnam War, explore themes of war and memory through personal experiences and fictional narratives. O'Brien's writing style is unique, utilizing nonlinear storytelling and metafictional techniques. more

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“Shit," he said. "I don't know why you're feeling sorry for yourself because you ain't had to fight a war. You're lucky. Shit, all you had was that damn Desert Storm. Should have called it Dessert Storm because it just made the fat cats get fatter. It was all sugar and whipped cream with a cherry on top. And besides that, you didn't even have to fight in it. All you lost during that was was sleep because you stayed up all night watching CNN.”

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