Two things remain constant on every project I undertake: 1.) I have to be almost coerced to bring them to an end, and 2.) Once it is out of my hands the fear I might have missed some critical detail, or that I might have gotten some detail wrong, never fully leaves my noggin. Allow me to touch upon each of these in turn…
I love the research portion of being an historian. Hell, I live for the challenge of uncovering some tidbits of information I can piece together to recreate a story from. In fact, if I don’t do this on a near daily basis I feel as though I haven’t done anything productive. I suppose this is the history geek’s equivalent of grabbing a shotgun and going hunting for some wild game (thankfully I don’t have to wear day glow orange!) as the bigger the challenge is the better. Sadly this means I fall into an almost infinite regress of research where, after a time, the size of the return begins to peter out. This leaves me endlessly digging for almost trivial facts and figures which many find just pure academic fluff. Still, I continue to do it just to feed my addiction.
In the end bringing this all to a conclusion usually comes down to someone having the stones to intervene, to pull me aside and say “leave a little something on the table” or “pinch it off for God’s sake!”
Yes, at first I fight their entreaties. I spout rationalizations that everyone involved knows are excuses just to keep furiously digging for one more piece of information. I hem and haw, proclaiming the work is not finished. I try to prove them wrong by finding some new and “important” find. Then, eventually, the voice of reason starts to seep into my dreams and I declare a deadline…
The instant I type that final word embers of suspicion are set ablaze. I am plagued by the idea I have missed something critical in the story, and thus the picture is not complete. Worse, I begin to wonder if maybe there is an error somewhere in my research…
Once it is out there for public consumption erroneous information bears as much weight as the facts. Historians present these stories because they believe there is something to be gained from learning about them, and the audience picks up out works because they want to learn about that specific occurrence. Inevitably, if there is a single erroneous fact, it will be the one which somehow gets remembered and accepted as “gospel.” I live in fear of this. Not only does it impugn my reputation, it muddies the historical record. Once that seed is sown it is damn near impossible to set things straight without causing an uproar.
We are all human beings (read: inherently fallible), so mistakes will be made. Our best hope is these mistakes are minor. Or that they are made for a higher cause… Which brings us neatly to what this post is all about.
Recently I did a little digging around for historian/artist
John Mollison. He was looking for the serial number of an aircraft he was profiling for a veteran and needed the info ASAP. I came up with a few potential serials for him, but I wanted to make sure I got it right. So I contacted a few folks in my network. God bless the internet! Through the efforts of a wonderful handful of historians, I had the answer in a few hours and it was all confirmed within a day.
Through my e-mails with John I was reminded of a little something I had lost sight of somewhere along the way. After receiving a rough draft of the artwork he was rendering I passed it along to various folks for their input, but the deadline came and passed before a general consensus could be made. John took it all in stride, said he hated to present a possibly inaccurate work to the veteran (
Maj. Earl Depner, former CO of the 365th FS), and to the public at large, but what was important is that the Major got the work and knew his sacrifices on our behalf were appreciated.
That stopped me in my tracks. When I began chronicling military history it wasn’t just to preserve a small piece of our past (though that is important), it was also my way of saying “thank you” to men like
Maj. Jack Ilfrey,
Capt. Arthur Heiden,
Capt. Jim Bradshaw – men who are the very embodiment of what
Tom Brokaw labeled “The Greatest Generation.” Perhaps my never ending quest for accuracy and obsessive need for details got the better of me (as I said before, you can’t take back an erroneous piece of information once it’s in print). But we live in a world of deadlines and sometimes I need to keep in mind another important fact: one of the most important deadlines of all is to ensure those great men, who did so much to keep this country safe, know they haven’t been forgotten.
With all of that having been said, I have set a firm deadline for the final draft of
Native Sons. No, I’m not announcing it publically until I have handed the book over to the editor, but I assure you it is coming up soon. While it is too late for the 21 men who perished in that tragic crash to read about themselves, it’s not too late for those who knew them…
I'd like to personally thank
Steve Blake,
Daniel Carrizales,
Matt Jolley,
Jack Cook,
Jon Bernstein, and
Kevin Sullivan for all their help in making sure Maj. Depner got to see that artwork.

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