Much of the world was in flames when we were kids

war-kids-coverLet us tell you about it.

In War Kids, the Littlest Generation, twenty-five of us who were children during World War II share our memories of those scary but spirited days.  It would be impossible to forget the doors that fell from newly assembled bombers passing overhead — doors that enterprising ranch boys converted into snow sleds; the revulsion of the tiny girl who slaved in a victory garden and ate nothing but detested raw peas; the grief when friends or relatives were killed in the fighting.  But not all is bleak. There is plenty of humor and loads of forgotten but fascinating information for the reader.  War Kids is history, told by those of us who lived it.

Here is what some of the contributing authors had to say about those days:

“It was an uncertain time, and after Pearl Harbor, we didn’t know what the enemy was capable of. I worried that the Japanese planes would come over our hills, strafing and bombing our town.

  • Donna Parks

 “ …I sent our little brother Johnny toddling off into their midst with my sister’s bra dangling from his little hand. Now there was a memory for him to take to war!”

  • Gwen Eggebraaten

 “Then there were Morrison Shelters that were right in the house. They were like a big cage, about tabletop high. So if the house collapsed, you could be safe.”        — Brenda Dennis

 “I have said those three words — bombs, mustard gas, TNT— for many, many years as I have tried to explain Igloo; only recently did I realize that those were ‘weapons of mass destruction.’”  — Lin Jennewein

 “Hell, I never knew there were such things as straight nails and wire until I was 18 years old.”  — Marvin Kammerer

For your copy of War Kids, send a check for $12 plus $3 for postage —a total of $15 — to Top Dog Publishing, 2718 W. St. Patrick St., Rapid City, SD 57701. Be sure to send the address where you want the book shipped.

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