Tag: Rick DeStefanis

  • Why fiction Instead of Non-fiction?

    January 2026 Newsletter and Blog Post

    I’ve often been asked, “Why do I write fiction instead of non-fiction?” It’s an understandable question, especially since it most often comes from my most prolific readers: active military, military veterans, and those in military families. I believe their questions arise from reading novels that are little more than pulp fiction war stories. Romanticizing combat is no better than romanticizing pornography. That is to say readers expect more facts and less sensationalism, but there’s more to it than that alone. In order to provide a better answer, I will reference another author, one of the first Americans to write about the combat experience using the format of the novel.

    That author, Stephen Crane, was one of the first to write a novel about the combat experience, not in glorified terms of noble flag-waving charges, but from the common soldier’s perspective. In his novel, The Red Badge of Courage, Crane took his readers beyond casualty reports, tactics, and surface responses of soldiers in combat by probing the depths of the soldiers’ hearts and minds. He rejected the romanticization of American Civil War battles for a more realistic perspective as seen through the eyes of his character, a Union Soldier named Henry Fleming. He portrayed the fear and confusion that accompany combat by exploring the inner emotions and psychological reactions of men facing the moral ambiguity of battle. These aspects are lacking in most non-fiction books, AARs (After Action Reports), and even in personal journals.

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    As I have with many of my characters: Brady Nash, Buck Marino, Billy Coker, Sam Walker, and others, Crane used Henry Fleming to represent the real soldiers he met and interviewed. He did this so well, veterans later praised his novel for its realism, and some even refused to believe Crane hadn’t fought. Crane never served in the military, something that makes The Red Badge of Courage all the more remarkable. His ability to show common men in uncommon circumstances is what made veterans come to appreciate the power of the novel.

    This is why you learn about my characters, before the war and after. You will also find a love interest in the form of a strong woman in almost every story. Yes, some of the stories are somewhat fanciful, but never do they sensationalize the combat experience. They don’t depict grinning men with an arm in a sling, a rifle jauntily propped on a knee, or trading high-fives, but instead peel away the facades of glory by showing men quietly returning home to pick up the pieces of their lives.

    As many of you already know, going home is a significant element in several of my novels, especially Raeford’s MVP, Valley of The Purple Hearts, and The Birdhouse Man. If you’ve read one, send me your comments. I’d like to know if you found them worthwhile. Your comments and written reviews are what keeps me writing.

     

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    Next month, I’ll send an update on Book #5 of the Rawlins Saga. I hope to have it published by this Spring.

    Rick DeStefanis

     

  • September 2025

    Picture of Rick the Author in a blue colored shirt against a sky background

    For years I’ve done a very minimal amount of marketing and advertising for my books. That has changed, and you may have already noticed that I’ve begun advertising on Facebook. These ads will continue, and yes, you may even see your own words in them. I have used quotes taken from your reviews, and I want to express my sincerest appreciation and thanks to all who have written and posted your book reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Your words have given me the motivation to continue telling my stories. And with that said, I commit to you that I will never use AI to tell them. My work is MY work.

    My stories come from my own creativity, historical events, and the recollections of veteran friends. My goal is to show readers what the average soldier faced in Vietnam through a soldier’s eyes. Yes, I have blended those realities with somewhat fanciful stories to keep you reading, but they are no less real. I say this because I occasionally receive the response, “I only read non-fiction.” I completely understand and often reply that I too read mostly non-fiction, but with that said I also explain that non-fiction is only marginally better than an AAR (After Action Report) and seldom displays it through the eyes of the front-line soldier, nor does it delve into the psychological experiences of combat nor its aftermath. My work does that.

    Meanwhile, back at the ranch: my wife and I made a road trip up into west Tennessee last week. We drove through a number of small towns, including Alamo, Owl City, and Frog Jump (unincorporated the sign said), and the latter home to a 12-foot skeleton sitting on a toilet in someone’s front yard—really! There was more, but I haven’t been able to get past the scene in Frog Jump.

    “So,” you say. “What’s next?”

    My writing endeavors have run upon rocky shoals. I spent the last 12 months writing a novel that I will not in any manner take credit for and hopefully, you will not see. As you may know, I donate 10% of my book royalites to veteran charities. Co-authoring this book led me into a situation that was morally counter to that goal. I’ll leave it at that, but do not despair. Rawlins Saga Book #5 is in the works. It will focus on the years of 1886 and 1887 in the Montana Territory and the next Rawlins generation. Maybe by February 2026, it’ll be ready. We’ll see. More on that in the next blog post.

    Until then, here’s a link to my author page on Amazon where you can purchase a book: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Rick-DeStefanis/author/B00H2YO2SS .

    Send me your emails, comments, and reviews. I need your encouragement.

  • Kill a Cow–Save the Planet!

    I try to focus my posts on odds and ends, entertaining asides, stuff about writing, positive things, whatever, but seldom do I delve into politics. This will be a first for my Author’s blog right here at www.rickdestefanis.com. With this post, I’m stepping off into some deep stuff all the way up to my eyeballs. Normally, I avoid arguing with the irrational. Afterall, who’s the bigger fool—the fool or he who argues with a fool? My hand is up. Ooogh, ooogh, pick me, teacher!

    This is my Alamo! I am standing my ground! I will no longer remain silent. So, here it is, my rant on the elite experts (and I use that term with great sarcasm) who would have us eat bugs and such, so that we might stop climate change by eliminating herds of farting cattle—excuse me, I mean cattle emitting greenhouse gases.

    Let’s start with NYC Mayor Eric Adams who told New Yorkers they should eliminate meat and dairy products from their diets to save the planet. Now, we know Mayor Eric isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but like some powerful liberal leaders, you don’t have to be the sharpest tool if you’re the biggest hoe. Never mind. Strike that from the record. Mayor Eric ain’t no hoe. Besides, it’s tacky. Oh, but I digress. Back to the rant at hand.

    Some idiot Harvard professor basically said the same thing when he said our domestic cattle herds, dairy herds, and other such groups of four-legged grass-munchers are contributing significantly to greenhouse emissions, insinuating that they must be regulated. Yes, another governmental buracracy is in the works, the CFC–the cow farting commision. I can no longer remian silent, and therefore must challenge this Harvard half-wit with my argument.

    You see, I’m from the South, and I have three vices, blondes, bourbon, and fried chicken. The first two are discussions for another time. I’m going to focus on the fried chicken—the mountaintop of southern cuisine. Okay, maybe one of them. It’s sort of like the Tetons in the Rockies. You know–like Mount Barbeque, or Mount Ribeye, but fried chicken is like Grand Teton. But wait! Do chickens fart? Never mind. I’m being tacky again. Strike that from the record. But remember, mess with our fried chicken at your own risk.

    Let’s look at it from a more logical standpoint. What about hundreds of thousands of Wildebeests and such roaming the African Serengeti? Should we kill them all? What about the same numbers of caribou and reindeer roaming the Artic? Start killing those reindeer, and God help us if one of ’em is named Rudolph—just sayin’. And think about the elephant and water buffalo herds in Africa and India? If such expert logic is accepted, the disappearance of thousands of elk and bison that once roamed the eastern US should have resulted in an ice age of sorts—right? Just sayin’. I mean the argument is based on a Fauchi-like science that invites such counter-reasoning until I can’t help myself. Are we being greenhouse gas-lighted? Okay, I can carry my depravity only so far. Thank you for letting me vent.