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I hate how any English speaker knows exactly what’s happening here.

I don’t understand how I said the exact same word two different ways

RAAAWGH.

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Ah, English. Not so much a language as a brutal mafia of misshapen grammar and stunted syntax beating respectable languages upside the head and making off with loose bits of their vocabulary.

uafairbanks:

The Allies took Attu back after months of fighting in the rugged terrain. In these images you can see some members of the US Navy who were later captured by the Japanese army. Other civilians were also detained during the invasion. Meanwhile on the Allied side Red Cross workers gave relief to the islanders who escaped detention. The weather kept the battle mostly on the ground, with clouds and storms preventing effective air support.

thestreamofconsciousness777:

Attu, Aleutian Islands, Alaska

What a beautiful picture. The caption reads:


L-R “Mrs. Mike,” “Little Mike,” and “Big Mike” Hodikoff. In 1934 Big Mike was chief of the native Aleut Tribe on Attu. They are posing in front of their native Barabara, the Aleut hut. Trapping Blue Fox, fishing, and making baskets was the only means they had of making a living.

This photo was taken in 1934 by the Bureau of Aeronautics of the U. S. Navy during an aerial survey of the Aleutian Islands. (Official U. S. Navy Photograph. Was made available for distribution on Thursday, August 6, 1942 at 3:00 P.M.)

At the time this photo was released in 1942, it was assumed that Big Mike and his family were prisoners of the Japanese. It was later learned that Mike Hodikoff died in 1945, in Japan, while still imprisoned.


A once proud tribe brought down by settlers not native to their land

an old Unangax “poem” describes this:


WHILE THE LITTLE ONES PLAY KICK THE CAN

Alfred’s grandfather says, “Remember, we were once

         unparalleled hunters, men of the sea.

We were the elders of the world.

We had our own language, our fierce victories, our

          tribal pride.

The Russians ended that.

“We went from ten thousand to eight hundred. Our

          grandparents perished. Our parents perished.

And that was before the

          Americans came.

How many times can a people lose their way

Before they are lost forever?”


“gone” but not forgotten by The Great Spirit…

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