Throughout the chapter, I was interested in the way the character went through time, re-living every moment of his life according to his feelings: "And then Billy swung into life again, going backwards until he was in pre-birth." Somehow,Vonnegut is retelling Billy's life, but always from the perspective of war. In a way his strongest memory, is when he was in war.
When we meet with the end, we understand the desire of the soldiers in war of getting back their lives. The constant remembrance of the past, the lust, the anxiety of being able to survive. The desire to kill for personal vengeance, barbarities that have been always present in men's morality, "He had a dirty picture of a woman attempting sexual intercourse with a Shetland pony."
When Billy tries to talk about his fantasy stories with the Tralfamadorians, I see it as a way of escaping the real world. What he wanted to be, to feel when he faced so many deaths. His only hope, after the unwanted life he lived: "The most important thing i learned on Trafalmadore was that when one person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so its very silly to cry at his funeral." Its maybe his own soul who is dead, but stays in the past. That is what we read, his life, what stayed.
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