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 step out of the morning fog. I'll watch him walk toward me, his shoulders slightly stooped, his head cocked to the side, and he'll pass within a few yards of me and suddenly smile at some secret thought and then continue up the trail to where it bends back into the fog. (128)
O'Brien reveals that soldiers' lives are not the same as it was before the war. He shows that soldiers don't forget when they kill someone or when one of them is killed. O'Brien keeps on remembering the first guy he killed and how he won't forget it and what could of happened if he never killed the guy.
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