That may have been as much as 8 years ago.
I wrote much of it, all including the end, which is spectacular even if I say so myself.
But, I did a bad thing.
I wrote out of sequence.
I had several people wanting me to write, so I wrote. Chapters, scenes, anything that moved me.
All out of order but the first six chapters.
Yes, I am grievously ashamed of myself for doing this because when I tried to put it all together, I couldn't.
I made a timeline.
I read and reread. I figured out most of it, even the last eight chapters that were as well formed as the beginning six. So, what remained was the middle.
Oh, it did not lack for happenings and excitement, but it was rather jumbled.
So, one week while in North Carolina on vacation, I put it all together. Every chapter and scene and it made sense, with the exception of one chapter.
It needed to be included as it showed tremendous character development. But it hung out there like an extra foot or entire limb. Freakishly just there.
Alone and abandoned.
So I quit working on the World War II story.
Herb stated that I would never finish it. Such a sweetheart, but deep down inside, I guess he may have been right.
Until yesterday when in a flash of mental lightning, I figured out how to make it work.
I have to change the POV and it will slide right in where it belongs.
And, in case I would forget it, I actually wrote down a note and the first sentence so I would remember.
Now...all that remains is for me to salvage the chapter's meaning and rewrite just a bit in the POV of the protagonist.
To quote Peter Pan--Oh, the cleverness of ME!!!