“U.S. nurses walk along a beach in Normandy, France on July 4, 1944, after they had waded through the surf from their landing craft. They are on their way to field hospitals to care for the wounded allied soldiers.”
American troops help push a medical jeep out of the snow and slush while evacuating casualties from the 53rd Armored Infantry Battalion, 4th Armored Division, near Esch, Luxembourg on January 26, 1945.
An M8 ‘Greyhound’ light armored car is in the background.
Also known as the Maid of Orléans, Jeanne d’Arc (1412 - 1431) was a leader of french troops during the Hundred Years War. She came from a peasant family and could neither read nor write. When she was 12, it is said that she began hearing heavenly voices (one of them is said to have been the Archangel Michael), who told her to save her country. At this time, almost all of France was controlled by England. She went to Bourges to meet the dauphin, Charles VII, and when she left, she was the commander of the french troops. Her most famous battle was the Siege of Orléans, where the siege was lifted after only nine days. 1430 she was captured by Burgundians (allied with the english) and was burned at the stake on May 30th, 1431, at the age of 19.
Taurus: Catherine the Great
Catherine the Great (1729 - 1796) was the Empress of Russia. She came to power after her husband, Peter III was assassinated. During her reign she expanded the Russian boundaries considerably and promoted education and Enlightenment - Russia grew larger and stronger than ever before. Russian borders spread as far as to the Black Sea and Central Europe. During her reign Russia became known as one of the great powers of Europe. She is the longest ruling female of Russia.
Gemini: Nakano Takeko
Nakano Takeko (1847 - 1868) was a Japanese female warrior of the Aizu domain, who fought and died during the Boshin War. She was thoroughly trained in the martial and literary arts. During the Battle of Aizu, she fought with a naginata and was the leader of a group of female combatans
who fought in the battle independently, as the senior Aizu retainers did not allow them to fight as an official part of the domain’s army.
While leading a charge against ImperialJapaneseArmy troops, she was fatally shot in the chest. Rather than let the enemy capture her head as a trophy, she asked her sister, to cut it off and have it buried. It was taken to Hōkai Temple and buried under a pine tree.
Cancer: Queen Christina of Sweden
Christina (1626 - 1689) was the Queen of Sweden, Grand Princess of Finland and Duchess of Estonia. She was the only surviving child of King Gustaf II Adolf, and when he died during the Battle of Lützen in the Thirty Years War, she became queen. However, she was only 6 years old when this happened. When she was born, she was believed to be a boy. When it was discovered that she was a girl, her father didn’t matter; he had become very closely attached to her. She was raised as a king, and her father made sure that she would inherit the throne when he died, even though she was a girl. Christina is remembered as being one of the most well educated women of the 1600s. She rejected the sexual role of a woman, and decided to never marry. In 1654 she abdicated, converted to Roman Catholicism (Sweden was a protestant country) and moved to Rome.
Boudica (dead 60-61 AD) was the Celtic war queen of the british tribe Iceni, who lead a major uprising against the occupying forces of the Roman Empire. Her warriors successfully defeated the Roman Ninth Legion and destroyed the capital of Roman Britain. She was later captured by Roman soldiers, but instead of letting them kill her she is believed to have poisoned herself.
Virgo: Elizabeth I
Queen Elizabeth I (1533 - 1603) is remembered as one of the greatest monarchs to ever have ruled England (and Ireland). Her rule is known as “Englands golden age”. She is also known as the Virgin Queen or Good Queen Bess. She never married, nor had any children. Therefore, her death marked the end of the Tudor Era. When the Spanish Armada invaded England in 1588, Elizabeth defended her strength as a female leader, saying: “I know I have the body of a weak, feeble woman; but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.”
Libra: Anne Boleyn
Anne Boleyn (c. 1501 - 1536) was the second wife of King Henry VIII. Henry had wanted her to become his mistress during the 1520s, but she refused, telling him she had to become his wife first. In order to marry Anne, Henry had to get divorced from Catherine of Aragon. However, as the pope refused to acknowledge the divorce, Henry broke with the catholic church, making England a protestant country. Anne Boleyn married the king in 1533 and was crowned the Queen of England, and gave birth to a daughter, Elizabeth, September 7th 1533. Henry VIII was mad at her for not giving birth to a son, and searched for a reason to get rid of her. 1536 Anne Boleyn was accused of adultery, incest and being a witch. She was found guilty, and on May 19th, 1536, she was beheaded. After her daughter was crowned as Queen Elizabeth I, Anne was venerated as a martyr and a heroine of the English Reformation.
Scorpio: Lyudmila Pavlichenko
Lyudmila Pavlichenko (1916 - 1974) was an Ukrainian Soviet sniper during World War II. She is regarded as the most successful female sniper in history with 309 kills. In 1943 she was awarded the Hero of the Soviet Union. During the war she was also known as Lady Death.
Sagittarius: Grace O’Malley
Grace O’Malley (1530 - 1603) was a female pirate and Irish queen in the 16th century.She
is sometimes known as “The Sea Queen of Connacht”.
She was apparently well-educated and was regarded by contemporaries as being exceptionally formidable and competent. Upon her father’s death she inherited his large shipping and trading business (a trade sometimes referred to as mere piracy). She once met Queen Elizabeth I of England, and refused to bow down before her, as Elizabeth didn’t recognize her as the Queen of Ireland.
Capricorn: Natalia Peshkova
Natalia Peshkova joined the Russian Army when she was just 17, during World War II. She served as a combat medic, and spent three years at the front, accompanying wounded soldiers from the front to the hospital and fought diseases and starvation among the troops. As the war went on, Peshkova was promoted to Sergeant Major and after the war, she was awarded the Order of the Red Star for bravery.
Aquarius: Elizabeth Coleman
Elizabeth “Bessie” Coleman (1892 - 1926) was the first female pilot of african american descent. She was an american civil aviator. She was denied pilot training in USA, so she learned french and went to France where she could become a pilot. She died in 1926, after flying an unsafe plane, which after ten minutes, unexpectedly went in for a dive and spun around. This lead to Coleman being thrown out of the plane at 610 m (2 100 ft), and she died instantly when she hit the ground.
Pisces: Amelia Earhart
Amelia Earhart (1897 - 1937) was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean and also the first woman to recieve a National Geographic Society gold medal. She was a pioneering female pilot, determined and independant, and a supporter of women’s rights. She disappeared in 1937 when she tried to fly around the globe, but she is to this day still remembered as a legend.
Hello there! So, I’m writing a story with supernatural elements taking place in South Korea about a woman who has lived almost perfectly isolated for about 300-400 years and is taken in by several other characters in the present day. She’s lived through numerous, historical traumatic experiences (for example, the occupation of Japan in South Korea from 1905-end of World War II), and she develops some sort of medical condition that renders her selectively mute and hypersensitive to sounds. Her symptoms seem to be characteristic of autism. However, I’m not sure if it is accurate considering that: 1) Can autism be caused by traumatic experiences? Or is it inherently developmental? 2) If autism isn’t caused, then can PTSD be the only explanation of such behavior? I would include more details of her behavior, but I’m not even sure if she fits into the category of autism yet. Thanks so much!
To answer your questions:
1) No, autism cannot be caused by traumatic experiences, it is a developmental disability.
However, having said that, it is still possible that your character might be autistic - symptoms of autism can be exacerbated by trauma and other stressors. This can include verbal ability and sensory differences. So, the exposure to traumatic experiences might amplify traits that your character had already - but she would have to already be autistic before being exposed to trauma. You would need to show autistic traits before the traumatic events and make it clear that trauma doesn’t cause autism.
Of course, your character may have both PTSD and autism - again, she would have to already be autistic, and again, her verbal ability and sensory differences could be affected.
Andrew Garfield is radiant. This may be particularly noticeable because we’re having breakfast at the upscale vegan restaurant Café Gratitude in Venice, Calif., which is the epicenter of wellness culture in Los Angeles, crowded with surfers and yogis smiling beatifically on a sunlit patio. But it’s not just the environment—out of Garfield pours the easy charm of someone who’s done powerful soul-searching and found enlightenment. It’s an infectious energy.
It’s also probably not a surprise, given that the actor, 33, stars in two back-to-back films this winter, in each of which he plays men spurred by faith to do the unimaginable. First, there’s Mel Gibson’s Hacksaw Ridge (out Nov. 4), in which Garfield gives an awards-worthy performance as conscientious objector Desmond Doss, a Seventh-Day Adventist who served as a medic during World War II in the gruesome Battle of Okinawa, though he refused to carry a weapon. The film makes Doss’ heroism feel intimate and deeply personal; the film’s violence is harrowing, but it’s anchored by Garfield’s sensitive, humane performance. Then, on Dec. 23, he stars in Martin Scorsese’s Silence, in which he plays a 17th-century Jesuit priest who travels to Japan to minister to outlawed Christians.
These projects have led Garfield on a journey of spiritual discovery and self-interrogation; reflecting on his recent work, he is philosophical but not at all self-serious. We talked about God, Mel Gibson and the presidential election.
TIME: What drew you to the character of Desmond Doss?
Andrew Garfield: First, it was beautifully written. The character was so compelling—it was one of those stories that rang a bell inside me. I’m pretty good at saying no to things, at discerning between what I’m supposed to do and what I’m not supposed to do. With this one I felt compelled enough that I knew my drive to do it would supersede any doubt I had about myself being able to do it. If the longing to do it goes beyond my self-doubt, then I’m in.
“Nurses are seen clearing debris from one of the wards in St. Peter’s Hospital, Stepney, East London, on April 19, 1941. Four hospitals were among the buildings hit by German bombs during a full scale attack on the British capital.”
“I can testify to what UNICEF means to children,
because I was among those who received food and medical relief right
after World War II. I have a long-lasting gratitude and trust
for what UNICEF does.“
I love the MODERN AU series so much! I’m re-reading the series in order
from the master post you put chronologically. Could you do more from the
early days of their marriage? Maybe a chapter where Jamie has to get
creative with a romantic/cute present for Claire because they
are broke during her first year in medical school?
anonymous asked: Is it too early, too weird or too bold to ask about the possibility of a Modern Glasgow Christmas Special?
When the humming clock on the wall hit five thirty,
Claire Fraser sighed, closed her notebook, neatly stacked her papers, and stood
to push it all into her satchel.
It was long since dark outside, and from this vantage
point she could see the seemingly endless line of study cubicles huddled
against the library windows, each one with a head bent over a pile of books and
binders and other study materials.
Exams weren’t until next week – but it was never too
early to start studying. It was a lesson Claire had learned early on this
semester – more than six years after graduating college, it had been a massive
adjustment to attend class and do assignments again. Her marks on the first few
assignments hadn’t been as high as she would have liked – but now that she’d
settled into a routine, it was all going much more smoothly. And Jamie, bless
him, had been such a rock throughout – helping her make flashcards, tucking a
sandwich or bag of crisps into her bag each day, texting her with random emojis
to make her smile.
The satchel had been his gift to her on her first day –
it was meant to be a replica of what field medics had used during World War II,
constructed of solid olive green drab with a red cross painted on the top flap.
It was perfect, and thoughtful, just like him.
Claire hurried to button up her blue coat and wind her
scarf – Fraser tartan – around her neck.
The best part about coming home was that Jamie would be
there, waiting for her. They’d even spruced up the flat with a few Christmas
decorations this year – just a few hand-me-downs from Jenny, really, together
with some small items she’d purchased at a charity sale in January. Money was
still tight, now that she’d stopped working and was a student full-time – but it
would work out. It had always worked out.
It was only twenty minutes on the bus to their street –
and Claire texted Jamie on her way out of the library, waving a quiet hello to
several classmates as she passed by their study cubicles.
*Leaving now. What’s for dinner?*
Claire slipped her phone under her arm as she pulled on her
grey knit cap and fished in her pockets for the warm gloves Mrs. Fitz had knit
her. When she turned back to her phone, she swallowed – so glad that nobody was
waiting behind her for the elevator.
For Jamie hadn’t replied with words – just a picture of
his hand (his left hand – proudly displaying his wedding ring), fingers splayed
on his belly, right beneath his bare navel.
So he wanted to play tonight.
Claire’s heart thrummed with excitement.
*Set up the camera,* she replied. *I love you, you cheeky
The elevator arrived, and Claire stepped in just as Jamie
replied with a kissy face emoji.
She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. God, she couldn’t
wait to be home.
“I’m ravenous,” she declared, sometime later.
Jamie, wrapped around her like a limpet, paused from
sucking her neck and dragged his nose up to her ear.
“So am I,” he purred, biting her earlobe and drawing one
big hand down to caress where they were still joined.
Claire drew from a well of willpower she didn’t know she
had, reaching down to take his hand, twine their fingers together, and gently
drew their joined hands over and across her hip.
He settled his head against her shoulder in mock defeat,
sighing theatrically. “Ach. Ye mean food.”
“Mm-hmm.” She couldn’t help but kiss the messy curls at
the crown of his head.
Jamie pushed himself up on one elbow. “Well then – I’ll
go to the kitchen, find something for us to eat.” He pulled away from – and out
of – her, wincing. Then bent to kiss her properly, stood up, crossed the room
to the tripod, clicked stop, and threw the camera to Claire.
“Find the best ones – I’ll want to look at them wi’ ye
when I’m back.”
And he left their bedroom, naked, padding down the hall
in search of sustenance.
Claire leaned over the bed, found her tartan scarf in the
tangled pile of hers and Jamie’s clothes – God, they had just ripped everything
off of each other – and settled the scarf around her bare shoulders as she
leaned against the headboard. The low screech of a siren sounded in the
distance as she turned on the camera and viewed the gallery.
This camera had only one use – for intimate photographs
of the two of them. Jamie had found the perfect angle – directly beside the
bed, the frame trained on Claire’s pillow. Every thirty seconds it captured an
image of the two of them from the shoulders up. For these photographs were not
meant to titillate with gratuitous nude shots – rather, they captured smiles,
and kisses, and nose bumps, and the soul-deep joy that their lovemaking always
And, of course, absolutely gorgeous shots of Jamie and
Claire losing – and finding – themselves in each other.
The gallery held over a thousand images. They didn’t turn
on the camera every time they made love – but when they did, it added an extra
dimension to the entire experience.
Just scrolling through today’s images formed a small knot
of desire in Claire’s belly. How she craved him.
“Ye are so beautiful.”
She looked up to see her husband in the doorway, holding
a plate with two sandwiches – and a small book tucked under his arm.
She smiled, so wide, heart so full.
“To see ye wi’ my tartan, Claire – ” he swallowed, at a
loss for words.
“Come here, Jamie,” she whispered, extending her left
Quickly he crossed to her, settling the plate on their
bedside table and gently placing the book – face down – on his side of the bed.
She shifted over for him to settle beside her in bed, and then he helped her
settle on his lap. She drew his forehead to hers as their heartbeats quickened.
He was half-hard already and it took just a few quick movements of her wrist
before he breathed, “Come home, lass,” and she took him inside her.
They gasped – then settled into silence. Intoxicated in
the magic of each other. Not moving.
“Do you want me to show you my favorite from tonight?”
she whispered after a while.
He nodded – and she bent to pick up the camera, both of
them groaning at the sensation. Quickly she scrolled to a gorgeous shot of
Jamie, head against the pillow, eyes closed and brow furrowed as his mouth
parted in a silent scream – with Claire’s head and shoulders hovering above
him, face frozen in the exact same way.
“So beautiful,” he mused – and the rumble of his voice
darted straight to her core. “Look at how beautiful we are together, Claire.”
She seized his mouth and kissed him long and hard and
But he pulled away to gently set the camera aside, reach
for the small book, and hand it to her.
“This is my early Christmas gift to you, my wife, my
soul. For I dinna want anyone else knowing this book exists, except for you and
Gingerly she opened the cover – stamped with no name or
date – and realized each page was a different image of them.
All of which were incredibly intimate. All from the
camera set up in their bedroom.
She felt Jamie’s hands rub circles at the small of her
back as she thumbed through the images.
Love. Want. Bliss. Ecstasy.
“How?” was the only word her brain could process – so overcome
by so many emotions.
Both his hands had a solid grip of her arse as he slowly,
gently ground into her.
“It’s why I worked late the other night. I waited for the
lads to leave – then printed the book myself. Special edition – one of one. A
memento of our first full year together, aye?”
She thumbed to the very last page in the book, trying
desperately to ignore the flames of desire flickering through her body. It was
a photograph she’d never seen before – Jamie holding the camera at arm’s
length, Claire nestled against his side, asleep.
“Jamie,” she breathed. “Jamie, this – this is – it’s
Gently he took the book from her, set it beside them,
settled her hands on his shoulders, and returned his hands to her bonny round
“There’s only so much I can say to ye, Claire, but the
same poor words, again and again. But these photographs – they say everything I
canna find the words to express.”
Now he pulled her to him, and she gasped.
“Because ‘I love ye’ is never quite enough,” he
continued. “How can I express everything I feel for ye in those three puir
She struggled to breathe, so great was her desire for
him. And yet somehow, she managed to hold him at bay. For he would always,
always be at her mercy.
“I know, Jamie. Don’t you think it’s the same for me? I
know, my love, my heart. For I am only complete now, in this moment, with you
He reached up to kiss her, smiling so wide.
“Happy Christmas,” he breathed, heart so full with love
he worried it would burst from his chest.
“Happy Christmas,” she whispered. And then helped him
lose all sense of space and time.
“I can testify to what UNICEF means to children, because I was among those who received food and medical relief right after World War II. I have a long-lasting gratitude and trust for what UNICEF does.”
“The ‘third world’ is a term I don’t like very much, because we’re all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.”
Later, Audrey would reflect about her work, saying, “During the past years I have traveled the world and seen these children, so many of them, leading lives of tremendous pain. And yet, they retain their sweetness and their patience; their eyes reflect a deeper understanding, and awareness that this is not as it should be.”
Never before in film history had so great a star lent herself so vigorously to such an urgent crusade. But the toll was enormous. “She suffered terribly inside,” said Elizabeth Taylor. When she saw the things she did in Somalia, “she didn’t reflect that to the children,” says Roger Moore. “She hid from them what was going on inside her. It doesn’t do to show a person who is suffering that you’re terriby upset by it.”
Rest in Peace, Audrey Kathleen Ruston (May 4th, 1929 - January 20th, 1993)
Lina Stern (1878-1968) was a Soviet physiologist and biochemist whose medical
discoveries helped save countless lives during World War II. Her pioneering
research on the blood-brain barrier, which she referred to as ‘hemato-encephalic’
barrier, identified it as a protective mechanism of the central nervous system,
and helped develop effective treatments for infectious diseases of the brain.
After completing her
studies, she became the first female professor at the University of Geneva in
1918. She also served as Director of the Institute of Physiology of the USSR
Academy of Sciences, as well as the first female member of said Academy. In
1952, she was the only survivor of an incident called the ‘Night of the
Murdered Poets’, when thirteen Soviet Jews were executed on supposed grounds of