William Timothy "Tim" O'Brien (born October 1, 1946) is an American novelist best known for his work of fiction, The Things They Carried (1990), a critically acclaimed collection of semi-autobiographical, interrelated short stories inspired by O'Brien's experiences in the Vietnam War. In addition, he is known for his war novel, Going After Cacciato (1978), also written about wartime Vietnam.
O'Brien has held the endowed chair at the MFA program of Texas State University–San Marcos every other year since the 2003-2004 year (i.e. 2003-2004, 2005-2006, 2007-2008, 2009–2010, and 2011-2012).
O'Brien was born in Austin, Minnesota. When he was seven, his family, including a younger sister and brother, moved to Worthington, Minnesota. Worthington had a large influence on O’Brien’s imagination and early development as an author. The town is located on Lake Okabena in the western portion of the state and serves as the setting for some of his stories, especially those in the novel The Things They Carried. He earned his BA in Political Science from Macalester College, where he was student body president, in 1968. That same year he was drafted into the United States Army and was sent to Vietnam, where he served from 1969 to 1970 in 3rd Platoon, Company A, 5th Battalion, 46th Infantry Regiment. He served in the division that contained a unit involved in the infamous My Lai Massacre. O'Brien has said that when his unit got to the area around My Lai (referred to as "Pinkville" by the U.S. forces), "we all wondered why the place was so hostile. We did not know there had been a massacre there a year earlier. The news about that only came out later, while we were there, and then we knew."
My latest sun is sinkin fast
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph has begun
Chorus:
Oh come angel band
Come and around me stand
Oh bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home
Oh bear my longing heart to him
Who bleed and died for me
Who's blood now cleanses from all sin
And gives me victory
Chorus
I've almost reached my heavenly home
My spirit loudly sings
Behold the holy ones they come
I hear the sound of wings