The Story Of a Precocious Child.

My mother spent her war working in the canteen at the Royal Artillery Barracks in Woolwich, that’s where they met when my father came home from his traumatic times and what I pray were more pleasurable ones. Her war was equally disturbing, facing ariel bombardment at both work and at home.
Her father was one of the first to own a house in the area where she was raised and that house, which was to become my home, was one of many to be bombed. Number 306 Wickham Lane was lucky though, the incendiary device did not however explode and was carried, so I was told, by a cousin of mine two hundred yards to an Ordnance disposal unit.
When there was only the three of us there she ruled that house, her hand sheathed in a Methodist glove with even the TV banned on Sundays.

My personality was built around these two, one my father being an introverted man more interested in the construction of ‘wireless sets’ than me and the other, my mother, finding God where ever she looked. This may account for many of the idiosyncrasies I showed then. One in particular stands out as an example. In a Junior School photograph there is the whole of my year on the stage in uniform bar me. I am at the end seated in the front row dressed as a cowboy. I have the full regalia, a Stetson, waistcoat, guns and holster wearing a sheriff badge, if you find that troubling then imagine how I now feel seeing it. I not sure why I wasn’t a Marshall! The thing that really does upset me though is the unanswerable question why am I also wearing Carpet Slippers with no spurs?

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada, and Australia.  Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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