Like many others I have a lot of respect and admiration for Cdr. Ward's work in 1982, but what he writes these days is pretty much libellous and one day somebody will call his bluff on it.
In the meantime, he reminds me of one of those slightly elderly relatives who attends family events, drinks a bit too much and at some point in the evening gets unsteadily to his feet and taps a fork against his glass. He then insists on saying a few words about the happy couple/recently deceased etc while everyone else is looking on, thinking as one: "Oh, Christ, what's the stupid bu66er going to say now?"
Sad really, as I enjoyed his book thoroughly.