Soldiers Personal Narratives of the Vietnam War and The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment :: Vietnam War Essays

Soldiers personalised Narratives of the Vietnam war and The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment After adaptation the Soldiers individual(prenominal) Narratives of the Vietnam War and The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment, both information did not contradict to each one other. What both information really do is that they compliment each other. When reading The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment, we are reading a historical epitome from a historians point of view. But not all of the analysis corporation really give the readers a sense of what the war is really like. So by reading the Soldiers Personal Narratives of the Vietnam War, we are reading what the soldiers of the Vietnam War actually goes through and what the soldiers are thinking. For instance, from The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment, it describes The Army wanted produce of enemy casualties--high kill ratios--to present to Washington. Philip Ca be sicko recalled If its dead and i ts Vietnamese, its Viet Cong, was the rule of thumb in compiling casualty statistics. Similarly from The Vietnam War and the Tragedy of Containment, it writes In border of 1968 an American unit was patrolling the village of My Lai in Central Vietnam. They had suffered recent losses, were frustrated by their inability to find the enemy and anxious for revenge. They rounded up unarmed women, children, and elderly noncombatants, raped the women, then opened fire. The killed over three hundred Vietnamese civilians, mostly women and children. By reading these passages, it makes readers feel disgusted roughly the war and how the leaders approached their frustrations of who their enemies were. But reading these passages does not give a personal detail of how the soldiers felt or were thinking as these tragedies were occuring. For instance, from the Soldiers Personal Narratives of the Vietnam Wars The Commo Man, it describes a very powerful narrative of how a Vietnamese civilian was sh ot by a U.S. soldier I knew what the Sarge was going to do, yet I didnt say anything. I just watched, as if in a dream, unconnected from the world around me, paralyzed, impotent. I could have stopped it. The Bummer and I were close. All I had to do was say Bummer, dont do it. Just four-spot little words, and the spell would have been broken. Instead, I said nothing, and watched as Sarge put his rifle to his shoulder, took aim and fired.