Pg.17″He wished he could find some great sadness, or even anger, but the emotion wasn’t there and he couldn’t make it happen. Mostly he felt pleased to be alive. He liked the smell of the New Testament under his cheek, the leather and ink and paper and glue, whatever the chemicals were.
He liked hearing he sounds of the night. Even his fatigue, it felt fine, the stiff muscles and the prickly awareness of his own body, a floating feeling. He enjoyed not being dead.”I specified this statement on the grounds that as I was understanding it, I comprehended Kiowa’s identity. Regularly it is difficult to “pursue” a man, in actuality, so it ought to be less demanding pursuing about somebody in a book, however that isn’t generally the case. Despite that as I read this statement, I understood Kiowa as a man, or if nothing else part of him.
I could envision a man laying and appreciating the seemingly insignificant details he has comfortable minute. He had his life, and he clarified it in such an awesome path, to the point that many people would not underestimate.Pg. 20″They carried shameful memories. They carried the common secret of cowardice barely restrained, the instinct to run or freeze or hide, and in many this was the heaviest burden of all, for it could never be put down, it required perfect balance and perfect posture.
They carried their reputations.”I extremely like this statement since it addresses the way that these men are ordinary people, legends according to many, yet not generally according to themselves. In spite of the fact that they are in the war, and living it step by step, despite everything they think back on recollections from their past. I feel that as a rule people disregard who they used to be because they are so centered around the present, and one ought to some of the time consider what’s to come. What is my motivation throughout everyday life, how might I arrive, and who will bolster me?