Diggers: Discovering Artifacts from Two World Wars
by Viktors Duks
ISBN: 978-0-917990-53-3

The snake, half a meter long, was twisted around the handle of the pail from which I had just dumped 10 liters of swamp water and peat moss, as we worked to release a fuselage. I looked at it for a while and then grabbed it by one end and removed it from the bucket.

“Guys, look! Aren’t these the intestines of the flier?” I said to my colleagues, who were bailing water out of the hole. Their conversation and the splash of water fell silent for a moment. The diggers looked at me. The Classicist, standing at the other end of the ditch, agreed with me. “Those are his intestines. ” The Communicator, holding the intestines in his hands, put it more vividly: “He’s divided up into molecules here.”

This book is the story—intimate and moving in the telling—of a group of Latvian men who refer to themselves as the Diggers. This platoon of digger colleagues gathers from disparate fields and disciplines. Digging in the old trenches and sunken bunkers of the Latvian forest, you may find, among others, the Communicator, the Classicist, the Forest Man, Little Spirit, and the venerable Legend.

The Diggers are reverent with regard to the materiel. Live ammunition, grenades, and artillery shells demand careful handling. As the author Viktors Duks says, “You have the deepest respect for every land mine and every rusty hand grenade that never did explode.”

Their human findings—sometimes grisly, like the “snake” above, and always thought-provoking—are handled as sacred objects. Their reverence extends to the skulls and bones of all the fallen warriors. German and Soviet ammunition and war materiel are so mixed together on some battlegrounds that the Diggers cannot determine whose side they are working on. Human remains are accumulated and reburied in marked graves. Every year bodies identified as Russian soldiers are ceremoniously turned over to the Russian ambassador to Latvia.

Their abiding interest is in discovering and preserving what happened in the Latvian forest during the two major wars of this century. As they uncover the large number of men left dead in their last defensive fortifications, the Diggers often think that their work is perhaps the only semblance of victory to have occurred in that place.

Diggers was a 2003 Eppie Award Finalist.

About the Author

Because Latvia was a part of the Soviet Union when Viktors Duks was born, he was raised in accordance with Communist ideals. Until he completed high school, he was a great enthusiast about the fortune of Soviet citizens.

During his two years in the Soviet army, writing screenplays became a favorite activity for Viktors. It turned out that he was the only soldier in his 100-man company who had been secretly watching video copies of Hollywood films. This brought him to the attention of the police and the KGB, but while in the army he often retold the stories from the films to his colleagues, somewhat in the same way that parents tell a bedtime story to their children.

Until the age of 20, Viktors couldn’t stand the company of people from the creative professions. He thought of poets and writers as parasites, idiots, and representatives of the deepest dregs of humanity. Destiny played a game with Viktors, however—no matter how hard he tried to refrain from writing, he always failed. All that was left for him to do was to sit down at a typewriter and to live a secret life, one about which even his closest friends knew nothing.

Over the years he has also begun to understand himself as a man born under the sign of Gemini. While he’s at work, he can think about the battles of the two world wars, explain the family structure of Donald Duck to his children, sell Lego blocks, compose lyrics for songs, write screenplays, and publish articles in the yellow press.

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