Since I didn't have a dreadful family secret or even a mystery to share I decided to write about how World War Two has influenced my writing, even though it took me so many years before I actually dared to set a story in it.
This is how I sum up at the end of the article:
I believe that one of the reasons so many people seem to be attracted to reading about that war is that it was the last time we had a clear sense of good versus evil. Every war, every confrontation we’ve had since then has been colored in shades of gray: Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan. During each conflict we have questioned whether we were doing the right thing by getting involved and sending young people into battle. Battles that were once between armies have turned into ugly skirmishes, rooftop snipers, civilian casualties. With World War II, everybody knew we must stop evil before it swallowed the world. Everybody was prepared to do his or her part, however small it was, and everybody had that great sense of purpose and togetherness. And of course, it is full of so many good stories because it was a time of heightened emotions, of heart-wrenching goodbyes, of ever-present danger. No corner of Europe was quite safe.
In times like ours, where there is division, uncertainty, terrorism, it is comforting to read about a period when we fought and the right side won. After 9/11, everything changed. We were no longer safe, even at home. These new conflicts that we call war are so different. Perhaps that’s why we turn to books. When war comes to small English villages, disrupting peaceful lifestyles, and even quiet and simple people do great and noble deeds, take great risks, make great sacrifices, we can relate. We like to be reassured that, in the end, good will triumph again.
This is all the more meaningful for us at this moment, isn't it? The reassurance that in the end ordinary humans will triumph and everything will be good and normal and safe again.
Stay safe. I love you all
Rhys














