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When_What_You_Do_Becomes_Who_You_Are

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This paper explores the profound impact that work, particularly in high-stress environments like war, has on personal identity and psychological well-being. Through a personal reflection on a short stint in waitressing, the author draws parallels to the experiences of soldiers in war, emphasizing how engulfing job roles can lead to a sense of purpose that may become detrimental. The narrative highlights that while professions may not define self-identity, they certainly influence it, contributing significantly to one's sense of worth and life meaning.

Nevena Lazić Jasna Poljak Rehlicki American War Literature December 20, 2013 When What You Do Becomes Who You Are While reading Tim O’Brien’s novel The Things They Carried, I came across several things to reflect upon and even some I could relate to. I am of course fully aware that there is no way I could understand what war really is and I am grateful for that but we are all essentially human beings so we are bound to react similarly to situation with the same basic elements. What I am referring to here is the episode in the novel when the medic of the platoon we are following in the novel breaks down because he can not do his job anymore. He started seeing holes and wounds on healthy soldiers and dead bodies and their parts while looking at his fellow soldiers. This is what happens when your job becomes the soul purpose of your life. This episode was very interesting to me because it shows that human beings are bound to certain patterns of behaviour and I came to this conclusion after comparing my personal experience to the one described in the novel. Naturally, my experience is not in any way war-related, however, it does have some basic similarities. My experience is that of a waitressing job which lasted two months. During those two months I have worked every single day and lived at the same place where I worked with several other people I have never previously met, 400 km away from home. With some of those people I have made a bond which will not be broken until the day I die. After the work was done and I had returned home a feeling of purposelessness overwhelmed me and lasted for a month or two. While working, there was constant action, something to be done, people working together, stress and adrenaline when everything seems to fall apart and at the same time working out perfectly. Our dreams were about the things we did all day long which really proves how one’s job can be consuming no matter what it is. This is what happened to the medic named Rat Kiley and probably every other soldier in the novel. They were sent far away from home, put in a new environment with a bunch of strangers and their job was to find enemies and kill them. Even if they did not want to do it they had to because that had become their job, their duty, their purpose of life. They formed strong bonds with those close to them because forming relationships and packs is one of the basic survival instinct of every human being, we do it for protection and emotional and psychological health. The problem is that their job, unlike mine, is killing another human being. Seeing so much death is severely scarring to the psyche and it proved to be too much for the medic because he felt the same way “a doctor feels when he looks at a patient, sort of mechanical, not seeing the real person, just a ruptured appendix or a clogged-up artery” (O’Brien 153). He could not stand seeing the people closest to him as a composition of parts and wondering what it would be like to, for example, put the severed head of one of them in a helicopter. War is the worst possible job to be consumed by because it ruins one’s mind. One is compelled to see and do things no one should ever see or do. For some the closeness to death becomes the only way to feel alive and the rush of adrenaline in that moment an ultimate drug. People who are utterly consumed by war can not find their way and their purpose in life and in society and this is the worst consequence of war. I can not begin to imagine how some soldiers must have felt after returning home from the Vietnam War if I felt lost after returning home from a two-month job in a new safe surroundings. In conclusion, it is important to mention a message frequently found in movies, literature and media which states that one’s self is not defined by one’s profession. That may be true, but even if we are not defined by what we do we are at least influenced by it because it is a big part of our life. A life worth living is a life with a purpose, one or many, that is what keeps us going even when everything seems to have lost meaning. Lazić