laying on the ground lifeless.
While the body lays on the ground, O’Brien’s guilt has him fixated on the life of the victim, that his own presence in the story becomes to a certain extend, unimportant.
He pictures his victim’s whole life, and imagines he was a young student that had just entered the university in Saigon in 1964, avoided politics, didn’t like to fight, and just hoped the Americans would go away. Though out the whole story, O’Brien both, consolidates and tortures himself, by picturing the life of this young dead soldier. He imagines it in such a way, that the Vietnamese soldier ends up being very similar to himself, and by relating to his victim this way, O’Brien grapples with and tries to understand the unpredictability of his own mortality, and is better aware of the horrible nature of the killing. He contemplates the fact of life and death. How the death of this poor soldier will not change one thing and life will go on, leaving him in the past, making his death look irrelevant and
unnecessary.
As O’Brien continues to look at the body laying on the ground, he contemplates the surroundings of it. He notices a butterfly landing on the corpse’s cheek and the blue flowers his head had fallen next to. The great contrast of these two images is a way of showing that just like the beautiful part of life, death is too a part of nature. As stated before, O’Brien implies that life goes on. But by imagining and creating a whole life for the young soldier before his death and what could have been his future, he’s given meaning to this casualty. He believes of it as not just another death, but as a boy who had lived and whose life had enormous meaning. This story is about the beauty of life and nature, rather than the horror of death.