Oh Hell: A diary of war, dementia, love, and a glass or two of red wine

Pat started to write this book as a doodle, why not, as that is how he started writing in the first
place. Yes a doodle but a cathartic doodle, one that was not meant to go anywhere except to the
unfinished manuscript folder on his PC. But like a truck with a heavy load on a downward
slope, it took off, faster and faster, not easily stopped. Of course it helped that periods of his
family’s history is interesting, but it was more than that.

There was a compulsion, an imperative that was larg...