"First Blood" hero

Usage examples of rambo.

The man was too awkward aiming, but he went instantly graceful when Rambo shot him, smoothly clutching his right shoulder, spinning easily, toppling perfectly over the bicycle next to the tool shed, and then he was awkward again as the bicycle gave way under him and the two jumbled to the ground in a tinny jangle of chain and spokes.

Morrell - Rambo 1 - First Blood Introduction In the summer of 1968, I was 25, a graduate student at Penn State University.

While Rambo represented the disaffected, I needed someone to embody the establishment.

There were many other facets to his character, and in each case, the intention was to make him as motivated and sympathetic as Rambo, because the viewpoints that divided America came from deep, well-meant convictions.

The final confrontation between Rambo and Teasle would show that in this microcosmic version of the Vietnam war and American attitudes about it, escalating force results in disaster.

Sometimes I compare the Rambo books and movies to trains that are similar but headed in different directions.

David Morrell PART ONE 1 His name was Rambo, and he was just some nothing kid for all anybody knew, standing by the pump of a gas station at the outskirts of Madison, Kentucky.

But then from just seeing him there ragged and dusty by the pump of the gas station, you could never have figured the kind of kid Rambo was, or what was about to make it all begin.

It stopped next to Rambo, its radio antenna swaying, and the policeman inside leaned across the front seat, opening the passenger door.

But Rambo just sipped his Coke, glanced up and down the street at the cars passing, looked down at the policeman in the cruiser, and stayed where he was.

But Rambo kept on studying him: the gray uniform, top button of his shirt open, tie loose, the front of his shirt soaked dark with sweat.

It was a surprise, not the standard police revolver but a semi-automatic pistol, and from the big handle Rambo decided it was a Browning 9 millimeter.

You have to be pretty large to get a grip on that big handle though, Rambo thought.

Left-handed, he took a cigarette from a pack in his shirt pocket, lit it, snapping the wood match he had used in half, then snickered, shaking his head in amusement as he walked over to the counter and smiled strangely down at Rambo on the stool.

He frowned at the dirty cotton bulging from a rip in the stool next to Rambo and sat reluctantly.