At the beginning of chapter three, Billy and Weary were striped of their belongings by German soldiers. The two others who were with Billy and Weary ditched them. As the Germans were taking their belongings, "Three inoffensive bangs came from far away. They came from German riffles. The two scouts who had ditched Billy and Weary had just been shot. They had been lying in ambush for Germans. They had been discovered and shot from behind. Now they were dying in the snow, feeling nothing, turning the snow to the color of raspberry sherbet."
Vonnegut paints the perfect image in my head with his literacy techniques. His love for color and associating colors with scenes, ideas, etc. is shown as he describes the blood of the dead to be a "raspberry sherbet" color. Personally, when I see blood, raspberry sherbet does not cross my mind, but it is a fairly accurate comparison! Sherbet anyone???
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