Vanished
3 journalers for this copy...
This is not an ordinary book: it's a BookCrossing book! BookCrossing books are world travelers - they like to have adventures and make new friends...and every once in a while they even write home to say what they've been doing.Not sure where this ARC came from. Large trade paperback with foldover cover flaps similar to a dust jacket.
Subtitle: The Sixty-Year Search for the Missing Men of World War II
In September 1944, a US bomber vanished over Palau: this book looks at the decades-long search for clues to the fate of the missing airmen.
TBR, but reserved for round 5 of booklady331's US Non-Fiction VBB. If someone claims it, I'll have to finally read it or decide that I'm not going to. Either way, this book will hopefully see some action soon.
Claimed from the VBB by Bkind2books: I've started reading it, and will try not to take *too* long. :)
One slightly annoying note: I haven't encountered this before with an ARC, but the notes in the back all refer to "page 000" instead of actual page numbers. I wonder if the plan was to insert more illustrations into the text, or change the font...or something else that would change the pagination.
An interesting read that emphasizes the importance of closure. Some of the stories of the people left behind (and in doubt) are quite heartbreaking.
I actually met Johnnie Webb once: after I graduated with a BA in anthropology, the lab was one of the places the university sent me for a job interview. It would have been an interesting place to work, but I wasn't really qualified for anything but general paperwork duties, and I suspect you needed to be a civil servant for that...
I will count this as my Palau read for kiwiinengland's 2017 Around the World Reading Challenge.
One slightly annoying note: I haven't encountered this before with an ARC, but the notes in the back all refer to "page 000" instead of actual page numbers. I wonder if the plan was to insert more illustrations into the text, or change the font...or something else that would change the pagination.
An interesting read that emphasizes the importance of closure. Some of the stories of the people left behind (and in doubt) are quite heartbreaking.
I actually met Johnnie Webb once: after I graduated with a BA in anthropology, the lab was one of the places the university sent me for a job interview. It would have been an interesting place to work, but I wasn't really qualified for anything but general paperwork duties, and I suspect you needed to be a civil servant for that...
I will count this as my Palau read for kiwiinengland's 2017 Around the World Reading Challenge.
Headed for Tennessee: safe travels, little book!
USPS tracking # 949 0104 3301 7079 1476 97
ETA 4/10/17
USPS tracking # 949 0104 3301 7079 1476 97
ETA 4/10/17
Arrived safe and sound today - thanks for sharing this, hyphen8!
A fascinating story of the men that were lost in the Pacific in World War II. The main part of the story revolves around the small island of Palau - and the searches that one man, Pat Scannon, spearheaded over 20+ years as he took on the mission of finding the Americans lost in Pacific. He went on to found the Bent Prop Project - an effort to locate the remains of Americans lost in WWII (and has since expanded to other conflicts) and provide closure to the families of the missing. Along the way, the author examines many subjects, including the Japanese treatment of prisoners, American war strategy in the Pacific, and the effects of war, on the men who fought it and the families who were left to grieve, sometimes with little except a telegram. I knew about the MIAs from the Vietnam War - I am friends with the daughter of a MIA; she is in the League of POW/MIA Families. But I had no idea of the extent of the MIAs associated with WWII - 73,000 missing and 56,000 of those were in the Pacific theater. It dwarfs the nearly 1600 that are unaccounted for from Vietnam. This was an interesting account of a small part of WWII and the hunt for closure for a few of their families.
Quotes to remember:
...when again bright morning dyes the sky
And waving fronds above shall touch the rain,
We give you this - that in those times
We will remember
It wasn't about the thrill of adventure, or finding a pot of gold. It wasn't even about the lost planes. it was about memory. It was about preserving the past.
The special grief of the MIA family is little understood...grief can be heightened by uncertainty...Whether it's the sudden disappearance of a child or the slow erasure of a parent by dementia the grief process is disrupted because so much of grieving depends on knowledge and acceptance of what has happened.
...there was also a profound intimacy to the job - the delicate task of handling a man's remains, the haunting awareness of his family's grief, and the daily struggle to maintain emotional distance on a recovery site. At a fundamental level, it was the unit's job not just to bring home remains, but to provide each family with answers, in the hope that truth would allow life, finally, to go on.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I will see if Mr BK2B wants to read, and then will make available
Quotes to remember:
...when again bright morning dyes the sky
And waving fronds above shall touch the rain,
We give you this - that in those times
We will remember
It wasn't about the thrill of adventure, or finding a pot of gold. It wasn't even about the lost planes. it was about memory. It was about preserving the past.
The special grief of the MIA family is little understood...grief can be heightened by uncertainty...Whether it's the sudden disappearance of a child or the slow erasure of a parent by dementia the grief process is disrupted because so much of grieving depends on knowledge and acceptance of what has happened.
...there was also a profound intimacy to the job - the delicate task of handling a man's remains, the haunting awareness of his family's grief, and the daily struggle to maintain emotional distance on a recovery site. At a fundamental level, it was the unit's job not just to bring home remains, but to provide each family with answers, in the hope that truth would allow life, finally, to go on.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
I will see if Mr BK2B wants to read, and then will make available
Reserving for the nonfiction VBB
Selected from the NF VBB - enjoy!
Thanks for sending me this book from the nonfiction VBB. Looks like an interesting read :-)
