My script, Clean Dry Socks: Diary of a Doughboy, continues to be a work in progress. As I’ve mentioned, it’s in the editing stages now.
But to get to his point I found that I had to read and research much more than what my grandfather had written in his diary, and what my aunt had provided in commentary.
So, for weeks, perhaps months, I read more about World War I. I searched the Internet. I listened to podcasts.
And then it really hit me that I didn’t need to “study war no more…”
The story I’m telling is that of one American soldier, not the entire U.S. military or England and France.
I’m telling one story, and the tendency is to want to put in all of the details, all of the history.
But, then I wonder how much an audience really needs to be told about the horrors of war. That’s almost a given. Almost.
What’s not a given is how that war affected the average soldier far away from home.
That’s the story I’m telling.
This blog is the story of that story. There’s work to be done.
After all, it’s a long way to Tipperary.