Review the following passage; then, analyze it by
responding to the questions that follow:
"Even now I haven't finished sorting it out. Sometimes I
forgive myself, other times I don't. In the ordinary hours of
life I try not to dwell on it, but now and then, when I'm
reading a newspaper or just sitting alone in a room, I'll look
up and see the young man coming out of the morning fog"
(O'Brien 128).
What is the CONTEXT of this passage? (i. e. what is
happening in the book at this point?)
• What does this passage say about the impacts of war?
What does this passage say about why we tell stories?