LANGUAGE ADVISORY: This excerpt contains language some might find offensive. AN ARM AND A LEG The twin-engine riverine craft sliced through the Euphrates River a little more than one hundred

miles as the crow flies northwest of Baghdad. Marines attached to the First Battalion, Twenty-third Marine Regiment, on board scanned the shoreline for signs of trouble. There, in a palm

grove where the river made its first of many bends on its meandering way from the Haditha Dam to the Persian Gulf, another patrol had been attacked by insurgents just minutes earlier, and

these marines aimed to weed them out. The marines were based at the dam itself. Their job was to protect the facility that generated fully a third of Iraq's power and to keep the

devices, or IEDs. The insidious roadside bombs had been taking a heavy toll on U.S. soldiers in Iraq since the war began in 2003, and Kuniholm, with the help of his design start-up in his

hometown of Durham, North Carolina, had been building a robot that could move ahead of patrols and defuse bombs before they went off. Finding the carefully hidden bombs was an altogether

different task, however. They could be concealed in anything, buried anywhere, triggered by anything from a cell phone to a garage door opener — like the one in the discarded olive oil can

that Kuniholm had just enough time to register before it exploded. The blast blew him off his feet. He lay dazed as insurgents opened up with automatic rifles, machine guns, and

rocket-propelled grenades. Kuniholm struggled to rise, searching for his M4 carbine, which, it turned out, had been torn in half by the explosion. And that's when he saw that his right

forearm was dangling from the rest of his arm below the elbow on a strip of flesh only a couple of inches wide. "Fuck," he said. He got to his feet and, holding his severed right

hand in his left, he ran to the cover of a nearby agricultural pump house, where he waited for the aid of a corpsman. By the time the rest of the marines were able to beat an orderly retreat

back to the patrol boat, one of their number had been fatally injured and several others had received lesser wounds. The day had not gone at all well for the patrol, and with the adrenaline

rush that had been keeping him going wearing off, and grayness creeping in around the edges of his vision, Kuniholm told the others that he wasn't feeling so hot, and that if everyone

was on board, they should get back to their base at the dam. So began Kuniholm's long road home, from the base at Haditha to a field hospital at Al Asad, where surgeons finished the job

the IED had started by taking off the rest of his forearm, then to Germany for more treatment, and finally home to North Carolina, for yet more surgery at Duke University Medical Center.

From there it was on to the army's Walter Reed Medical Center, in Washington, D.C., to be fitted with a prosthetic arm. Actually, a trio of arms. Like veterans since World War I,

Kuniholm got a simple body-operated hook that he could open and close with the shrug of a shoulder or by extending the remaining portion of his arm. His movements pulled on a cable that was

attached to the hook at one end and to the harness that held the prosthetic in place at the other. Great for everyday use, and durable, the thing lacked a certain panache, however — which

Kuniholm's so-called myoelectric arm sought to provide. Heavy, relatively fragile, and limited in function, the myoelectric arm nevertheless represented the state-of-the-art in

prosthetics. Electrodes embedded in a flexible liner worn beneath the arm's carbon-fiber sleeve picked up the electrical signals generated by the firing of the residual muscles in

Kuniholm's forearm. Microchips translated those signals into commands to open and close the fingers of the prosthetic hand, which could take the form of either a hook or a cosmetically

appealing but less functional hand. The device was more lifelike in appearance than the hook prosthesis, and was therefore less intimidating to able-bodied onlookers. But it couldn't be

worn long without discomfort, it had to be kept from getting wet and dirty, and Kuniholm generally got less use out of it than the hook or the third arm, which was shorter than the other

two and suitable for holding a pencil or pen. His experience with the myoelectric arm was typical. Michael Weisskopf, a journalist who lost his right arm below the elbow while riding with

troops in Iraq in 2003, wrote of his struggles with his own myoeletric prosthetic arm in his book _Blood Brothers._ Back in his design shop, Kuniholm and his colleagues took his prosthetic

arms apart and were less than impressed by what they found. They figured they could do better with a more functional design, and they made prosthetic design a major part of the work of their

company, Tackle Design. Inspired by the open source (i.e., free) model of software development, they launched an online design forum called the Open Prosthetics Project, inviting

contributions from anyone who cared to make them. And Kuniholm joined a DARPA project called Revolutionizing Prosthetics. Revolutionizing Prosthetics was started in 2005 by DARPA program

manager Geoffrey Ling. An army colonel and intensive-care unit doctor, Ling is one of the just 10 percent of DARPA program managers who also serve as active-duty military officers. He shrugs

off the suggestion that this makes him unusual at an already extraordinary place to work. "All of us have a research background," he told me of himself and his military colleagues

at DARPA, "so I don't think we're all that different from our civilian counterparts in terms of our background and training. It's just that we happen to wear a

uniform." But that uniform has led him to places that many of his civilian colleagues must learn about from afar as they seek ways to better equip their uniformed "customers"

(for lack of a better word). Ling has served two tours of duty in combat zones, one in Afghanistan, the other in Iraq. He served the latter tour after he joined DARPA, which makes him even

rarer — an active-duty DARPA program manager who has served in both capacities in wartime in a combat zone. All of which far more than informs his work at DARPA. It utterly defines it.

Colonel Ling is a Chinese American born in Baltimore and raised in New York City. He bursts with energy when he talks of his life's mission to care for wounded soldiers. The words

tumble out as fast as he can form them. Time, you get the feeling from listening to Ling, is most definitely not on his side, and like so many others at DARPA, he spends his life in

fast-forward. More than that, time's not on the side of the wounded he cares for — young men and women in uniform (and in many cases, even children), wounded in combat. His signature

program, Revolutionizing Prosthetics, he likes to say, is not a science project; it's something we have to complete right now, to help these people. Ling is unapologetically patriotic.

"And if I sound like a flag-waver," he tells me, "tough. That's what I am. I mean, I'm not a sixties guy who wants to spit on the flag and spit on soldiers when they

come back. That's a lot of bullshit." His deepest passion is to help the young men and women giving their all for their country. The politicians at home might put the cost of the

ongoing wars in Iraq and Afghanistan in terms of the tremendous drain on the U.S. Treasury, but for an appalling number of those who returned from their deployments, the war quite literally

cost an arm or a leg. Each one of those soldiers, Ling feels strongly, has to — _simply has to_ — receive the very highest level of support. "We have got to put our resources and take

care of [the soldier]. Because he's representing us in the most positive way possible. Forget the politicians. It's young Americans like that who represent us." Ling's

program is dedicated to the soldiers, but he also feels strongly that the technology has to be shared with the rest of the world. "And we're going to do it," he says.

"It's America again doing the best things that America can do, which is showing that ... we are a superpower that really tries to take care of the world." Ling graduated from

Cornell University, in Ithaca, New York, with a doctorate in pharmacology, in 1982, and then went on to earn his medical degree from Georgetown University, in Washington, D.C., in 1989. Then

he joined the army, "which was really kind of great," he says. "The army was very good to me. I'm one of those happy guys." After he finished basic training, he got

assigned to the Uniformed Services University of the Health Sciences, the military medical school in Bethesda, Maryland. There he treated patients, taught med students, and ran a research

lab. He completed a neurology residency at Walter Reed Medical Center and then trained in neurocritical care at Johns Hopkins University, developing a specialty in caring for traumatic brain

injury in wounded soldiers. In late 2002 he got "that mysterious call to come join the club," as he describes the typical way in which program managers get recruited to DARPA. In

this case, it came from navy commander Kurt Henry, also an intensive-care unit doctor. "Geoff," he said, as Ling recalls it, "you know, this is actually a pretty good tour of

duty. You ought to try it." Ling had heard of DARPA as a place that fostered groundbreaking scientific research, and he said he'd consider it. That was all the encouragement

Defense Sciences Office director Michael Goldblatt needed to begin actively recruiting Ling. "That's when the whole process of interviewing began," Ling told me later. Ling

was still on the fence about joining DARPA when he met someone who completely altered the course of his life. In the fall of 2003, the army sent him to Afghanistan, where he joined the

Forty-fourth Airborne Medical Brigade in Basram. There, most of his patients were civilians. "I took care of a lot of children," he told me later. "And those children were

blown up primarily by old Russian land mines." The kids would find the things on the ground, begin playing with them, and then they'd explode, blowing off fingers and arms and

legs. One day a patient came in, a little boy, "just the cutest little boy that there ever was," Ling told me. He had lost a leg and most of his right hand to a land mine. Ling

would never forget that boy. It struck him that because the kid was otherwise unharmed, he had a long life ahead of him. But what kind of life would it be? "Without the use of one arm

and one leg," Ling told me, "in this kind of environment, you know his life would just be tragic." That got him thinking, hard, not only about the children he was seeing every

day in his field hospital but also about a lot of the American soldiers under his care. These were people who had lost limbs but who would otherwise make a full recovery. That little boy

stayed in his mind after his return from Afghanistan, and he knew that he had to join DARPA, had to do something for people like him, had to help them to live normal lives. DARPA, he

believed, was the one place where he could help bring about the kinds of advances in medical technology that could allow patients like these to return to something approaching their normal

lives after their wounds had healed. "DARPA had the money," he explained to me later. "DARPA had the minimal bureaucracy, DARPA had the right attitude, DARPA had the stated

mission of pushing back the frontiers of science. I came back really invigorated to do this. I really, really, really wanted to come to DARPA." Fortunately, DARPA director Tony Tether

signed Ling up in June 2004. Once again, however, fate intervened, this time in the form of a deployment to Baghdad in 2005. It was an eye-opening experience. Ling was with the same unit as

in Afghanistan, serving with the Eighty-sixth and Tenth combat support hospitals. As in Afghanistan, some 80 percent of the patients he cared for were not Americans. This time, most of them

were Iraqi military police and soldiers, who at that time comprised most of the casualties. One of his American patients, a twenty-two- or twenty-three-year old Humvee gunner, arrived at the

hospital in a helicopter with his back broken in three places. His Humvee had hit an IED, and he'd been thrown from the vehicle. Fortunately, the man's spinal cord was still

intact and he could move his legs and his toes. So Ling told him, hoping to cheer him up, "Specialist, you're going to go home now. You've got a million-dollar wound." To

Ling's astonishment, the soldier began to weep. "You don't have to feel bad about that," Ling told him. "You don't. Because you got injured doing very

honorable work and you're one of America's young heroes." The young man was not mollified. He grabbed Ling's jacket and said, "Sir, that's not why I'm

upset." Back home, he told Ling, he felt he had no real purpose. He was the manager of a fast food restaurant. But in Iraq, he believed he was doing important work, helping people

rebuild their country. Ling himself was almost moved to tears by the soldier's passion. The episode stayed with him every bit as much as his experience with the wounded little boy

he'd treated in Afghanistan. Because, he explained to me later, it gave him a good hard look at why soldiers were there in Iraq. "Forget the reason why anybody else thinks

they're there," Ling told me. " ... _They_ think they're there ... for the reasons that America is such a wonderful country — that we will go out and help other people

build their own country. Not take it over. Not take all the oil for ourselves. Not subjugate their people. But really to go in there and help build their own country." Jon Kuniholm, the

marine who lost his arm in Haditha, might beg to differ with that last statement. After his wounding, he came out strongly against the war in Iraq. "Marines do not pick and choose

missions," he said in a speech at the Democratic National Convention in the summer of 2008, "our leaders do. I believe the war was a bad idea and poorly planned at the highest

levels." He, like most of his comrades, would serve his country again with pride if called upon to do so, he said, "but our sense of duty and sacrifice do not validate our

leaders' decisions. The notion that criticism of the war dishonors our sacrifice makes no sense." Still, Kuniholm was in total agreement with Ling on at least one essential point —

that those who served their country should in return receive their country's service. Ling's tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, he said, "absolutely validated my life, and told

me that I have to go back to DARPA and do all the right things for kids like this." FROM _THE DEPARTMENT OF MAD SCIENTISTS: HOW DARPA IS REMAKING OUR WORLD, FROM THE INTERNET TO

ARTIFICIAL LIMBS_ BY MICHAEL BELFIORE. COPYRIGHT 2009 BY MICHAEL BELFIORE. PUBLISHED BY SMITHSONIAN. USED BY PERMISSION OF THE PUBLISHER. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Copyright 2023 NPR. To see

more, visit https://www.npr.org.