May 24, 2013 (All Things Considered) — In 2003, Richard Rubin set out to talk to every American veteran of World War I he could find. With help from the French, he tracked down dozens of centenarian vets and recorded their stories in a new book called The Last of the Doughboys.
A Race Against Time To Find WWI's Last 'Doughboys'
May 24, 2013 (All Things Considered) — In 2003, Richard Rubin set out to talk to every American veteran of World War I he could find. With help from the French, he tracked down dozens of centenarian vets and recorded their stories in a new book called The Last of the Doughboys.Ten years ago, writer Richard Rubin set out to talk to every living American veteran of World War I he could find. It wasn't easy, but he tracked down dozens of centenarian vets, ages 101 to 113, collected their stories and put them in a new book called The Last of the Doughboys. He tells NPR's Melissa Block about the veterans he talked to, and the stories they shared.
Interview Highlights
On how he found the veterans, after the Department of Veterans Affairs, Veterans of Foreign Wars and American Legion came up short
"In 1998, the government of France had started awarding the Legion of Honor, their highest decoration, to living American veterans who'd served in World War I on French soil. And they undertook an intensive search for such men, and they ended up finding 550 or so men and women, and eventually I found a list of these people; and that was the first big break I got."
On Arthur Fiala, then 104, of Kewaunee, Wis., who left for France in early 1918 and still remembered details like how porpoises swam alongside the boat on his way to Europe and, upon arriving, a man he saw "taking a pee" while tipping his hat to a woman walking by
"That's the kind of thing I don't think you ever forget, I suppose, if you see it — especially if you've just landed in-country after a long ocean voyage. But he — at one point we're talking, and he starts to tell me this wonderful story about stumbling into a mountain village in France, and the girls are wearing wooden shoes and carrying a yoke with milk pails. And he's invited into a house, and they keep a cow in the house on the other side of a partition from the living room. And, you know, a lot of people that I interviewed had really remarkable memories, but I think his was even special in that group."
On whether the veterans had told their stories many times before
"Quite a few of them told me that they were telling me things that they hadn't talked about in 50, 60, 70 years. I asked a few of them why not, and the surprising response often was that nobody had asked."
On the race to get to the veterans before it was too late
"I'm sorry to tell you that often that was a race that I lost. For everybody who's in this book, there's somebody I didn't get to on time. I remember one gentleman who lived out in Las Vegas. I spoke to his niece, who was his closest living relative. He was 108 at the time, and she said, 'Oh yes, he's very clear-minded, and he loves to talk.' So I booked the ticket for two weeks hence, and by the time I got out there he was unconscious in a hospital bed, and he died the next morning."
On veteran George Briant's memories of the war
"Of all the veterans I interviewed, he came the closest to being killed in the war. On July 28, 1918, he and his battery were moving through an open field, and they were stopped. And all of a sudden, German planes appeared overhead and dropped bombs on them. And I asked him how many were dropped, and he said he didn't know, but he was hit by every one. And he went to the hospital for several months and had to beg them to send him back to the front. And he got there just a few weeks before the war ended, and witnessed horrible, horrible things on the last night of the war. ...
"He was walking around, and there were some men who had sought shelter in a patch of woods, and the Germans targeted it with artillery. And a number of these men were killed at that spot. And he came upon their bodies very shortly after that happened, and he said, 'Such fine, handsome, healthy young men, to be killed on the last night of the war.' He said, 'I cried for their parents.' I mean it's a terrible, terrible thing to lose anyone you love in a war, but imagine knowing precisely when that war ends, and then knowing that your loved one died just hours before that moment."
On the experience of hearing Briant tell that story
"It was a strange thing. He started crying quite vigorously, but then a couple of minutes later he stopped just as suddenly, and his mood was actually the best it had been the whole time I was there. I like to think that maybe he purged something that he'd been carrying around for nearly 100 years."
On how, after being known as the Great War and The War To End All Wars, World War I became a forgotten war
"That's a very interesting question, because once upon a time that was not so. If you walk around with your eyes open, you'll quickly discover that there are more monuments and memorials in this country to World War I than to any other war. So for some years after the war ended, it was terribly important to people that it and the people who fought it be remembered. But the war was also a terribly traumatic experience for this country. You have to remember that it didn't start like World War II — we weren't attacked. And Americans were in [World War I] for only about 19 months, and yet in that time we lost 117,000 men. It was a terribly traumatic experience, and afterwards America withdrew into itself. And then of course the Great Depression came along and World War II, and the Great War got pushed further back in our national consciousness."
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Photojournalist ProFile: 'You Have To Be In The Middle Of It.'
May 24, 2013 — You may not recognize his voice right away, but you've likely seen his photographs. From the frontlines in Afghanistan to the front of the Trans-Siberian Railway, Award-winning photographer David Gilkey has helped to shape the 'look' of NPR reporting. Meet the man behind the slideshows.My name... David Gilkey
NPR employee since... 2007
Public radio listener since... I was a kid and my dad drove me to school.
My job at NPR is... staff photographer. Reporting in general, you can do sort of after-action reporting and tell a story and reassemble a story that's already happened, especially in a conflict zone. But as a photographer, you don't get that choice. You have to be there, and in most cases you have to be in the middle of it... I want [listeners] to be just as amazed when they go online to look at the photographs as they were when they heard the story. [cont.]
Growing up, I wanted to be... a truck driver. My father had a dark room, and as a reward for being good, he'd let me play in the dark room and take pictures. That or drive to a truck stop. I still do this on my lunch breaks. [When I was based in DC], I'd sit and watch the construction going on next to our building.
I listen best when... I'm driving.
I could survive on... beef jerky for 3-4 days.
I always travel with... Starbucks' instant coffee, a satellite phone, laptop, cameras, cash, change of clothes, flip flops, sleeping bag, head lamp and Cipro.
My number one travel rule is... never check anything you can't do the job without.
The hardest thing about getting a shot, is... putting yourself in the position to get it. Can you get there? This can take weeks, months.
The best thing about the photography community is... they're going to help you, that camaraderie is there.
I'm not as... serious ...as I sound.
On Sunday morning, you'll find me... on a long run.
I can't live without... a hat.
Instagram is... one of the greatest things to come out in the last five years.
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First Listen Live: Queens Of The Stone Age, '...Like Clockwork'
May 24, 2013 — Josh Homme presides over a dense, textured, unpredictable sound that's equal parts mystery, intensity, beauty and bluster. QOTSA performed ...Like Clockwork in its entirety, plus an assortment of older material, in a sold-out show at The Wiltern in Los Angeles.Queens of the Stone Age's first album in six years follows an unusually chaotic stretch for the band: Lineup and label changes, frontman Josh Homme's lengthy stint in the hit supergroup Them Crooked Vultures, and what Homme calls "a manic year" all inform the brooding, stormy sound of ...Like Clockwork. The band's sixth album, out June 4 on Matador Records, features guest performances by Dave Grohl (one of three drummers onboard), Elton John, Trent Reznor, Scissor Sisters' Jake Shears, Mark Lanegan and more.
But QOTSA's streamlined its lineup for this First Listen Live performance at The Wiltern in Los Angeles on May 23. QOTSA performed ...Like Clockwork in its entirety, plus a generous assortment of older material, including "No One Knows," "Kalopsia" and "A Song For The Dead."
Set List
- "Keep Your Eyes Peeled"
- "You Think I Ain't Worth a Dollar, But I Feel Like A Millionaire"
- "Sick, Sick, Sick"
- "First It Giveth"
- "No One Knows"
- "My God Is the Sun"
- "I Sat by the Ocean"
- "The Vampyre of Time and Memory"
- "I Never Came"
- "Kalopsia"
- "If I Had a Tail"
- "Turnin' on the Screw"
- "Burn the Witch"
- "Make It Wit Chu"
- "Smooth Sailing"
- "Little Sister"
- "I Think I Lost My Headache"
- "Go With the Flow"
- "I Appear Missing"
- "...Like Clockwork"
- "Feel Good Hit Of The Summer"
- "A Song For The Dead"
Personnel
- Josh Homme, guitars
- Troy Van Leeuwen, guitars
- Dean Fertita, keyboards and guitars
- Michael Shuman, bass
- Jon Theodore, drums
- Boneface, visuals
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Ring Nebula Is More Like A Jelly Doughnut, NASA Says
May 24, 2013 — The Ring Nebula, whose iconic shape and large size make it a favorite of amateur astronomers, can now be seen in new detail, after NASA's Hubble Space Telescope captured a sharp image of the nebula. Researchers say the new clarity reveals details that were previously unseen, and a structure that's more complex than scientists believed.The Ring Nebula, whose iconic shape and large size make it a favorite of amateur astronomers, can now be seen in new detail, after NASA's Hubble Space Telescope captured a sharp image of the nebula. Researchers say the new clarity reveals details that were previously unseen, and a structure that's more complex than scientists had believed.
"The nebula is not like a bagel, but rather, it's like a jelly doughnut, because it's filled with material in the middle," says C. Robert O'Dell of Vanderbilt University, who leads a team of researchers studying the Ring Nebula. They combined Hubble's visible-light images with infrared data from telescopes on Earth.
The basis of the new image was captured by Hubble's Wide Field Camera 3, which was installed in 2009.
Located in the constellation Lyra, the nebula is some 2,000 light-years from Earth. The new view of the nebula allowed O'Dell's team to create a precise 3-D model of the nebula.
"O'Dell's team suggests the ring wraps around a blue, football-shaped structure. Each end of the structure protrudes out of opposite sides of the ring," according to NASA.
By comparing the recent examination of the Ring Nebula with data from 1998, researchers determined that the nebula is expanding at more than 43,000 miles an hour, with the center moving faster than the main ring.
"All of this gas was expelled by the central star about 4,000 years ago," NASA says. "The original star was several times more massive than our sun. After billions of years converting hydrogen to helium in its core, the star began to run out of fuel. It then ballooned in size, becoming a red giant. During this phase, the star shed its outer gaseous layers into space and began to collapse as fusion reactions began to die out. A gusher of ultraviolet light from the dying star energized the gas, making it glow."
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Who Defines Who We Are?
May 24, 2013 — To understand the origin of traits, you need, in effect, to look at how we think and feel about the traits we have. What we are is fixed, in part, by us. That was one of the thoughts prompted by commentator Alva Noë's arrival in Istanbul this week.In The Third Chimpanzee, Jared Diamond offers a clever — if speculative — theory of the origins of race. After first dismissing the idea that racial differences are functional adaptations to different climates, he proposes that the tendency for certain people to look alike in respect of facial features, skin color, body type, etc., is a consequence of the fact that people mostly choose to reproduce with people like themselves. He points to studies suggesting contemporary couples tend statistically to be like each other in respect of finger size and the distance between the eyes. This is a kind of sexual selection. To understand the origin of traits, you need, in effect, to look at how we think and feel about the traits we have. What we are is fixed, in part, by us.
I thought of this last night when I arrived, for the first time, in Istanbul.
Although it was after midnight, traffic was heavy as my taxi worked its way along the water into the heart of the city. Booming Turkish hip-hop-like music bounced out of the car next to us. But the music sounded Eastern. At the heart of the song was a horn riff that sounded like something you'd expect on the soundtrack to an old Abbott and Costello movie set in the Middle East. The melodic twirl spoke loud: this is a Turkish sound!
I wondered: is this just what people here know and like, or do they know and like it because, after all, it is a tune that they think goes with being them? Is this like race — at least according to Diamond's hypothesis — something that defines us but only because, somehow, maybe unconsciously, we believe it should?
You can see evidence of this kind of downward looping everywhere. Cops in Law and Order-type TV shows affect working class accents. But maybe working-class people retain working-class accents because they believe, on some level, that this is how they should sound.
Could it be that speaking in broad dialect — like the man who served me a bratwurst in Dresden, Germany a few nights ago — is actually a kind of sophistication? A kind of universal irony that defines us all the way down?
This would explain the persistence of regional variation and dialect in the face of state-run education and the media.
Another example: The taxi driver on the way into town last night offered me a cigarette. Is smoking still normal here? Was this a simple act of politeness?
Back at the hotel, the clerk mentioned there were cups in the room that could be used as an ashtray. Ashtrays themselves, he noted, are forbidden. Ah, so the move to prohibit smoking in public places is known here in Istanbul, too.
So maybe the taxi driver wasn't just being polite. Maybe he was expressing an attitude towards smoking. Maybe he wasn't so much backward, an unreconstructed smoker, as he was, well, subversive?
I found myself wishing I smoked. It would have been nice to accept the smoke and, in doing so, be like the man who had offered it.
You can keep up with more of what Alva Noë is thinking on Facebook and on Twitter: @alvanoe
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