After being captured by German soilders, Weary and Billy are ushered in a line of POWs. Luckily for Billy, he blinks away from the Germans and is now driving to the Lions Club. What I found extremly profound in this chapter was the
imagery. As nasty as it sounds, after reading the line
“the two scouts who had ditched Billy and
Weary had just been shot…They had been discovered and shot from behind. Now they
were dying in the snow, feeling nothing, turning the snow into the color of
raspberry sherbet. So it goes” (Vonnegut 54), I was really hungry for raspberries. Vonnegut has a way with words like no other. I can honestly picture Billy getting kidnapped by the Tralfamadorians...which is a little creepy to be honest.
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