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After over 33 years of research and writing, I just submitted the final draft of Because: A CIA Coverup and a Son’s Odyssey to Find the Father He Never Knew to Milspeak Books, my publisher. The timing is good since I have some spring projects, including some new writing, that I need to start. And yet, […]

At last night’s BGWS open mic at the Dreaming Creek Brewery, I read an excerpt from my investigative memoir where I interviewed some former Air America personnel about what they recalled of the systematic coverup of my father’s plane crash in 1965.

Now that I have a book deal, I thought I’d create a trailer announcing that. I anticipate developing future trailers as part of my investigative memoir’s promotional campaign. If you wish to stay informed and receive automatic updates about my true-crime memoir, subscribe at my website https://jamesbwells.com

Looking forward to the day the cover of my investigative memoir, Because: A CIA Coverup and a Son’s Odyssey to Find the Father He Never Knew (see https://jamesbwells.com) will be added to these great reads published by Milspeak Books. 

In my investigative memoir about my whistleblower father’s still classified death in Vietnam, I  write about how, from my quest, I learned that peace requires forgiveness and forgiveness requires truth. After 33 years of research and writing, my confession, that is my satisfaction with the truth I exposed about my father’s life and death, will debut […]

At last night’s open-mic at the Luigart Cafe I explained the non-fiction literary craft technique “perhapsing” and gave an illustrative example based on the letters my 18-year-old father wrote my mother while on a troop ship heading to the Philippines to fight the Japanese in WWII.

This weekend I want to honor the sacrifices veterans like my father (on left) and his older brother Isaac (on right) gave. My mother often told me how much my teenage father worried about Isaac when he left home to fight the Japanese over a year earlier than my father did. In one letter to […]

At last night’s Bluegrass Writers Studio open-mic at Dreaming Creek Brewery, I read from a haibun I drafted based upon the remarkable 23 letters my 18-year-old father wrote my mother while attending advanced infantry training at Camp Blanding in the fall of 1944.

Fifty-eight years ago today, my father was killed in Vietnam. Ever since discovering over 400 of his letters over three decades ago, I’ve been conducting archival and field research across two continents and writing about what type of man he was and why he did the things he did. When trying to understand his actions, […]

They say a person dies twice — once when they have their physical death and the second time when we stop saying their name. Since you died over seventy-one years ago, odds are you were close to experiencing that second death if you hadn’t already. But today, over a hundred years after you gave my […]