"She died, of course. Nine years old and she died. It was a brain tumor. She lived through the summer and into the first part of September and then she was dead." Page 223 and 224
This chapter was honestly my least favorite part of the book. It even beat the buffalo torture. It just didn't make sense. War story after war story and then he reflects on the death of his childhood sweetheart. It just didn't fit. He had a few mentions of his family but it always connected somehow to the war. This story was too random. I know O'Brien was simply trying to reflect on death in general and end with a sentimental story, but for me it didn't click. It was a great story and it was very well written. If I read it in another collection of short stories I'm sure I would have liked it. However, I don't think it belongs in a collection of war stories.