“Why do we remember what would be so much better forgotten?” As I try to frame thoughts about my fourth novel, I know I am repeating ideas you will find in other website entries. When did the ideas for this tale first take shape? Where did they come from? And why has it taken so long for the narrative, never mind the shaping force of memory, to reach completion? My father who. Like David Tynan, served in the Navy during World War II, was not one of those servicemen who never talked of his experiences, indeed my own children were intrigued to...