This isn't the full text just parts of my take on Tim O' Brien's "The Thing They Carried" with my original character added into the story for an assignment for English class. Where supposed to give a description of our original character without giving out the full story on the character and have them interact with the original cast of characters.
WARNING: I DON'T REALLY WRITE THAT MUCH SO TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING XD
WARNING: I DON'T REALLY WRITE THAT MUCH SO TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING XD
Underneath “his” olive-drab wool shirt and four buttoned tunic hung Second Lieutenant Hunter Di Luna’s shining, silver
princess necklace. Attached to the clasp was a small, adorable but worn-down plush of a bear’s head with a yellow
arrow mark on the forehead. It was full of stiches, but empty of a tag. Di Luna would often clutch the stuffed novelty
and afterwards would usually be ridiculed by “his” subordinate Sanders. “Goodbye manhood!” Sanders would often
comment with a snicker and a grin because of how girlish Di Luna may have appeared. Di Luna would always respond
with hard fist flying left to right in the air “HOW’D YOU LIKE ALL YOUR TEETH KNOCKED IN?!” First Lieutenant Cross
would often interrupt their back and forth exchange with a “What’s so funny about someone clinging on to something
of theirs that is precious to them?” And that’s when Sanders would angrily grunt and turn away from the quarrel. It
made sense why Cross would defend Di Luna on account of his “healthy” infatuation with a beauty he left in New
Jersey. When the ambiance would turn from hostile to calm, Di Luna would dart “his” eyes away from Cross’s back and
a blush stain would appear on “his” delicate face. These events would soon become a daily or sometimes bi-daily
routine without the three realizing it as it eventually just became natural to them and today wasn’t any different as
the last.
“OH HOLY SHIT!” screamed Ted Lavender, another companion. “Relax.”, Di Luna calmly said as “he” quickly grabbed
Lavender’s slender finger with a piece of chipped wood lodged in. “It’s just a splinter idiot! Don’t be a baby!”
complained the second lieutenant. “Just a splinter?!,” Lavender complained. “If this splinter bores through my skin,
enters my bloodstream and pierces my heart, I…” “Chop!” Second Lieutenant Di Luna used “his” elegant hand to
smash directly onto the center of Lavender’s head. “He” quickly grabbed a pouch labeled “medical pouch” strapped
around “his” somewhat curvy hips. “He” pulled out a bottle of hand soap and a pair of stainless steel, medical
tweezers from the small compartment. Di Luna also procured a water canteen and began pouring small amounts of
liquid and dabs of soap onto Lavender’s injured index finger to thoroughly wash it to avoid any bacteria to seep into
the tiny wound. With the pair of tweezers already doused in rubbing alcohol, Di Luna grabbed the splinter and gently
pulled it out of the finger. The second lieutenant grabbed an antibiotic ointment bottle from “his” medical pouch and
squeeze out a small amount on the finger finishing off the procedure by wrapping a bandage around. The dainty
Lavender sighed in relief of the removal of the “excruciating pain” caused by the small splinter. “Whew! Thank
goodness my finger’s survived through this horrible ordeal…w…would you kiss it…” “HELL NO!” Di Luna comically
delivered a lethal punch directly at Lavender’s face causing him to fly about 20 feet ahead of where the group stood.
“Boom. Down.” Kiowa commented and nothing else. “Moral of the story Lavender, never mess Di Luna”, Sander’s
laughed. “Your life’s is basically in his hand knowing that he’s a medic as well” Sanders turned to Rat Kiley, another
medic of the group. “Looks like you got some competition Kiley! You better not falter!” Sanders chuckled out. Kiley
angrily clenched his teeth. He thought “That bastard Di Luna always is trying to upstage me!” I don’t care if he’s my
superior, nobody…” “You don’t have to get upset because of a tiny splinter” Di Luna smiled as he spotted an about to
burst medic. Kiley quickly disguised his frown with a grin “Oh no, I’m not worried about that. It’s just like you said it’s
just a mere splinter. No harm!” He added under his breath “You bastard!” As Di Luna was packing “his” belongings,
Cross glanced over to “his” side and noticed a ceramic bowl and a small, heavy, clubbed shaped object along with it.
“I believe…that’s a mortal and…pestil? I wonder why he’s carrying around that thing.”
Evening began to draw and the unit decided to settle in their current position till a few hours. Each began making
their own foxholes from the ground and kept their luggage near the pits. As Di Luna was about to lie in “his” foxhole,
“he” spotted “his” first lieutenant gazing at letters that were unfortunately not from the girl named Martha he loved.
Di Luna could hear a faint “Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. Virgin…” The second lieutenant sighed in disgust while leaving behind
blush marks on “his” soft cheeks. “He” thought, “Do I really…on this guy?” “He felt the wet and muddy ground close
to “his” ears and felt a chill of repulsion. Growing tired, Di Luna’s eyes began to slowly close until, from “his” peripheral
vision, “he” recognized a sprout growing from the soil. “He” began to imagine “himself” sitting on a wooden chair in a
room next to a bed with a woman who appeared to be very ill. She had long, graying hair and wrinkles on her face.
“He” had a hand holding on to the woman’s tightly. “He” heard her lips move, but no sound was heard. As the
woman’s lips continued to move, she began to disintegrate into dust. Di Luna’s hand was frantically reaching out to
the woman, but before “he” could touch the tips of her finger she was completely reduced to ashes and was blown
away by the wind. Di Luna suddenly returned to reality and felt a warm liquid leaking from “his” eyes to “his” cheeks.
“Tears”, “he” whispered. “He” continued to stare at the sprout for about a minute. Her eyes turned into a glare of
determination, she grabbed the sprout, and thought with conviction “I will find it! It’s here somewhere!”
princess necklace. Attached to the clasp was a small, adorable but worn-down plush of a bear’s head with a yellow
arrow mark on the forehead. It was full of stiches, but empty of a tag. Di Luna would often clutch the stuffed novelty
and afterwards would usually be ridiculed by “his” subordinate Sanders. “Goodbye manhood!” Sanders would often
comment with a snicker and a grin because of how girlish Di Luna may have appeared. Di Luna would always respond
with hard fist flying left to right in the air “HOW’D YOU LIKE ALL YOUR TEETH KNOCKED IN?!” First Lieutenant Cross
would often interrupt their back and forth exchange with a “What’s so funny about someone clinging on to something
of theirs that is precious to them?” And that’s when Sanders would angrily grunt and turn away from the quarrel. It
made sense why Cross would defend Di Luna on account of his “healthy” infatuation with a beauty he left in New
Jersey. When the ambiance would turn from hostile to calm, Di Luna would dart “his” eyes away from Cross’s back and
a blush stain would appear on “his” delicate face. These events would soon become a daily or sometimes bi-daily
routine without the three realizing it as it eventually just became natural to them and today wasn’t any different as
the last.
“OH HOLY SHIT!” screamed Ted Lavender, another companion. “Relax.”, Di Luna calmly said as “he” quickly grabbed
Lavender’s slender finger with a piece of chipped wood lodged in. “It’s just a splinter idiot! Don’t be a baby!”
complained the second lieutenant. “Just a splinter?!,” Lavender complained. “If this splinter bores through my skin,
enters my bloodstream and pierces my heart, I…” “Chop!” Second Lieutenant Di Luna used “his” elegant hand to
smash directly onto the center of Lavender’s head. “He” quickly grabbed a pouch labeled “medical pouch” strapped
around “his” somewhat curvy hips. “He” pulled out a bottle of hand soap and a pair of stainless steel, medical
tweezers from the small compartment. Di Luna also procured a water canteen and began pouring small amounts of
liquid and dabs of soap onto Lavender’s injured index finger to thoroughly wash it to avoid any bacteria to seep into
the tiny wound. With the pair of tweezers already doused in rubbing alcohol, Di Luna grabbed the splinter and gently
pulled it out of the finger. The second lieutenant grabbed an antibiotic ointment bottle from “his” medical pouch and
squeeze out a small amount on the finger finishing off the procedure by wrapping a bandage around. The dainty
Lavender sighed in relief of the removal of the “excruciating pain” caused by the small splinter. “Whew! Thank
goodness my finger’s survived through this horrible ordeal…w…would you kiss it…” “HELL NO!” Di Luna comically
delivered a lethal punch directly at Lavender’s face causing him to fly about 20 feet ahead of where the group stood.
“Boom. Down.” Kiowa commented and nothing else. “Moral of the story Lavender, never mess Di Luna”, Sander’s
laughed. “Your life’s is basically in his hand knowing that he’s a medic as well” Sanders turned to Rat Kiley, another
medic of the group. “Looks like you got some competition Kiley! You better not falter!” Sanders chuckled out. Kiley
angrily clenched his teeth. He thought “That bastard Di Luna always is trying to upstage me!” I don’t care if he’s my
superior, nobody…” “You don’t have to get upset because of a tiny splinter” Di Luna smiled as he spotted an about to
burst medic. Kiley quickly disguised his frown with a grin “Oh no, I’m not worried about that. It’s just like you said it’s
just a mere splinter. No harm!” He added under his breath “You bastard!” As Di Luna was packing “his” belongings,
Cross glanced over to “his” side and noticed a ceramic bowl and a small, heavy, clubbed shaped object along with it.
“I believe…that’s a mortal and…pestil? I wonder why he’s carrying around that thing.”
Evening began to draw and the unit decided to settle in their current position till a few hours. Each began making
their own foxholes from the ground and kept their luggage near the pits. As Di Luna was about to lie in “his” foxhole,
“he” spotted “his” first lieutenant gazing at letters that were unfortunately not from the girl named Martha he loved.
Di Luna could hear a faint “Virgin. Virgin. Virgin. Virgin…” The second lieutenant sighed in disgust while leaving behind
blush marks on “his” soft cheeks. “He” thought, “Do I really…on this guy?” “He felt the wet and muddy ground close
to “his” ears and felt a chill of repulsion. Growing tired, Di Luna’s eyes began to slowly close until, from “his” peripheral
vision, “he” recognized a sprout growing from the soil. “He” began to imagine “himself” sitting on a wooden chair in a
room next to a bed with a woman who appeared to be very ill. She had long, graying hair and wrinkles on her face.
“He” had a hand holding on to the woman’s tightly. “He” heard her lips move, but no sound was heard. As the
woman’s lips continued to move, she began to disintegrate into dust. Di Luna’s hand was frantically reaching out to
the woman, but before “he” could touch the tips of her finger she was completely reduced to ashes and was blown
away by the wind. Di Luna suddenly returned to reality and felt a warm liquid leaking from “his” eyes to “his” cheeks.
“Tears”, “he” whispered. “He” continued to stare at the sprout for about a minute. Her eyes turned into a glare of
determination, she grabbed the sprout, and thought with conviction “I will find it! It’s here somewhere!”
