Roland Weary desperately wished to emerge out of the German
territory and into waves of commendation, flanked by his Musketeers and
charity-case tagalong, Billy Pilgrim. After a life of harassment, being “ditched”
constantly, and alienation, his “valiant” actions as a trusty leader would
perhaps redeem his worthless existence. Insecure at heart, Roland Weary’s
hubris, or tragic flaw, is his hotheadedness and stubborn, somewhat foolish
pride in a hopeless situation.
The first event in his downfall was being ditched by the two scouts, who were the components of his imagined Three Musketeers. Taking out his virile anger and inner disappointment, Weary beat and screamed at Billy, attracting the group of Germans. Weary’s obvious pride in all his acquired possessions, which he had piled on his back, prompted the Germans to take everything from him and scoff at him for his dirty picture. Spiting Weary, they forced him to wear the rags and uncomfortable wooden clogs of the angelic German boy in exchange for Weary’s several socks and military issue boots. Forced to a prisoner-of-war shack and then to a camp, Weary’s feet bled profusely and caused him immense pain, but due to his stubborn pride, he said nothing and sought no help for the bleeding. As Billy Pilgrim learned weeks later as the prisoners-of-war were unloaded off densely-packed cars, Weary had passed away, a victim of gangrene in his bleeding feet and a victim of his own tragic hubris. So it goes.
The first event in his downfall was being ditched by the two scouts, who were the components of his imagined Three Musketeers. Taking out his virile anger and inner disappointment, Weary beat and screamed at Billy, attracting the group of Germans. Weary’s obvious pride in all his acquired possessions, which he had piled on his back, prompted the Germans to take everything from him and scoff at him for his dirty picture. Spiting Weary, they forced him to wear the rags and uncomfortable wooden clogs of the angelic German boy in exchange for Weary’s several socks and military issue boots. Forced to a prisoner-of-war shack and then to a camp, Weary’s feet bled profusely and caused him immense pain, but due to his stubborn pride, he said nothing and sought no help for the bleeding. As Billy Pilgrim learned weeks later as the prisoners-of-war were unloaded off densely-packed cars, Weary had passed away, a victim of gangrene in his bleeding feet and a victim of his own tragic hubris. So it goes.
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