Which of the following excerpts best encapsulates O’Brien’s attitude toward truth in war stories?
A.
By our language, which was both hard and wistful, we transformed the bodies into piles of waste. Thus, when someone got killed, as Curt Lemon did, his body was not really a body, but rather one small bit of waste in the midst of a much wider wastage. I learned that words make a difference.
B.
Even in bad situations he had a soft, dreamy expression on his face, which was what he wanted, a kind of escape. “How’s the war today?” somebody would ask, and Ted Lavender would give a little smile to the sky and say, “Mellow– a nice smooth war today.”
C.
And in the end, of course, a true war story is never about war. It’s about sunlight. It’s about the special way that dawn spreads out on a river when you know you must cross the river and march into the mountains and do things you are afraid to do.
D.
I’m gazing into some other world, a place where there are no brain tumors and no funeral homes, where there are no bodies at all. I can see Kiowa, too, and Ted Lavender and Curt Lemon, and sometimes I can even see Timmy skating with Linda under the yellow floodlights.