Editorial Note
Bring Me Home began with a question about memory: what if someone carried pieces of a life they had never lived?
James Lister is a young man troubled by impossible fragments: the vibration of a helicopter beneath his hands, the smell of jet fuel, the shape of an Army training base, a war fought before he was born, and the face of a woman he has never met.
Those memories pull him from Texas toward Vietnam and into the story of a helicopter lost for decades beneath the jungle canopy.
At first, the mystery seems to be about finding the aircraft and bringing missing men home. But that is only the beginning.
The deeper story is about identity, promise, unfinished love, and the way some things refuse to disappear simply because time has passed.
I wanted the book to feel grounded in real history and real places, with each discovery earned rather than handed to the characters. The mystery unfolds through records, photographs, military history, family connections, and the stubborn persistence of people who keep following the next clue.
Bring Me Home is still being written, but its heart is already clear:
Some promises wait a lifetime to be kept.