Saturday Scavenger Hunt - YARN

So - the word for the week is YARN coined by moi. I tag Woman with No Regrets for next week's word.

The obvious YARN for me is, well, YARN.

As I was thinking about it this week, however, I decided that I wanted to go with the YARN in "She tells a good YARN."

SO as I thought about the YARN I would tell, I came up with Ditka.

As in Butckus.

But as I was reading this morning, trying to wake up. I realized that the guy who wrote the book I am reading, The Things They Carried, Tim O'Brien could really tell a good YARN.

So let me share part of his really good YARN.

It's time to be blunt.

I'm forty-three years old, true, and I'm a writer

now, and a long time ago I walked through

Quang Ngai Province as a foot soldier.

Almost everything else is invented.

But it's not a game. It's a form.

Right here, now, as I invent myself,

I'm thinking of all I want to tell you about why

this book is written as it is. For instance, I want

to tell you this: twenty years ago I watched a

man die on a trial near the village of My Khe.

I did not kill him. But I was present, you see,

and my presence was guilt enough. I

remember his face, which was not a pretty face,

because his jaw was in his throat, and I

remember felling the burden of responsibility

and grief. I blamed myself. And rightly so,

because I was present.

But listen, even that story is made up.

This guy Tim can sure write. It is amazing how a novel about soldiers in Vietnam can

be about me, living this life of mine.

It's a good read. Check it out!

Happy weekend, soldiers!