Heroes-Francis Essay

   

Francis Joseph Cassavant returned home to Frenchtown without a face.

   

The war is over and Francis has returned home. He is glad to be home. Even in the horrible state he is in. He has eyes because he can see and eardrums because he can hear but his ears are just bits of dangling flesh. The thing that bothers Francis the most is his nose. His nostrils are caves dug into the middle of his head. He has no eyebrows and his cheeks are pieces of skin grafted from his thighs. He has been having nightmares, he is in a small alleyway automatic in his hand, and suddenly two German soldiers appear in white uniforms their rifles come up but Francis’s automatic is to fast. Francis is not over the war as he has been having nightmares ever since, “the head of one of the soldier explodes like a ripe tomato and the other cries Mama as my gunfire cuts him in half, both halves tumbling to the ground.” Francis wakes drenched in sweat, gasping. Francis is a mess.

 

  Francis is wearing a scarf that covers the lower part of his face. There is a Red Sox cap on the top of his head, tilted forward so that the visor keeps the upper part of his face covered. A bandage is rapped around his head covering the space where his nose was. The old army fatigue jacket covers his torso and half way down his legs. He doesn’t want to be noticed. “I walk with my head down as if I have lost money on the sidewalk and am looking for it.”  This tells us that he is low on self-esteem.  

   

 Francis has plenty of money. He received back pay when he was discharged from Fort Delta. He keeps his money in cash, stashed in his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.” He is staying in the attic tenement in Mrs Belander’s three-decker on Third Street. He is staying with someone who he used to know this suggest that he is curious about his old friends.

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  As Francis drops the duffel bag onto his bed he remembers of the gun stored at the bottom and thinks of his mission and knows it is about to begin. Going to a religious school may have made Francis more religious. “I pray for the souls of my mother and father.” Later that day he is in the St Jude’s Church, kneeling at the communion rail he says his prays. He prays for the souls of his mother and father and Uncle Louis and of course he prays for Nicole Renard and finally he prays for Larry ...

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