When War Was Heck
By Phil Emmert
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What was life like through the eyes of an all-American ten-year-old boy during WWII?
Today, grown men have man caves in which to take refuge. William Henry had his thinking tree, where he could hide amongst the leaves on his special limb, spying on people in the street or talking to an unseen being about his hopes and dreams.
It was wartime mid-1940s, and this tree served him well as his place of refuge. Occasionally, he allowed his friend Peanut to sit with him in his thinking tree. There, they would devise plans and plot against both real and imagined enemies.
The years were filled with typical boyhood adventures: swimming, baseball, basketball, and snowball fights. Intermingled among the wreckage of war were narrow escapes from bullies and monsters on the home front. Boyhood war games were prompted by newsreels and Hollywood movies. In William and Peanut’s war, the Allied Forces always won and wounds were never fatal.
An entertaining history lesson? You’ll find one in this clever tale—packed full of facts and humor . . . all from the unique perspective of a ten-year-old boy.
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When War Was Heck - Phil Emmert
CHAPTER 1
THE DAYS OF SUMMER
Creeping around the side of the weather-beaten house an inch at a time, I hugged the wall and tried to blend in with the late afternoon shadows. If I could just make it to that old cherry tree at the side of the house, I could take aim with my sniper rifle from the branches and pick them off one by one.
Just then, I heard the sound of rat-a-tat-tat-tat. Submachine gunfire. The sound was very close to me and was coming from under the bushes that separated two houses. Then a voice blurted out in a high, excited pitch, I got you! You are dead!
He was right. I never saw or heard him. Dropping my weapon and clutching my chest, I fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. I gasped one last time and lay there thinking of all the people who would be weeping over my tragic sacrifice. I wondered who would take possession of my Purple Heart.
After a couple of seconds, I jumped up and shouted, Okay, I’m alive again.
It was June 10, 1944, in Booneville, Indiana, a small town made up of close-knit neighbors, extended families, and a few old crackpots. Ronnie Neal was my closest friend. He and I were inseparable buddies. We all called him Peanut (I think it was because of the shape of his head). It was he who had just shot me with his homemade wooden submachine gun.
We heard on the radio the night before that there had been a raging battle going on in France since the sixth of June. This battle carried a code name, D-Day.
The report said our guys were moving at a fast pace, and the word was that the war would be over in just a few weeks. Little did we know the war would take another year to end. Peanut, his brother Jimmy, two other boys named Jamie Hand and Dickey Peterson, and I had been reenacting the battle for an unnamed French village.
We all congregated at the lean-to of a back porch attached to the back of our house. I twisted the water faucet and waited for the water to run cold in the old rubber hose. Then I shot a stream of cold water into my mouth and over my face. It was delicious, even though it tasted like rubber.
Next, I squirted a stream at Peanut. He dodged, grabbed the hose, and bent it, shutting off the pressure. Turning off the valve, I ran out in the backyard in time to see Jimmy, Jamie, and Dickey disappearing down the alley toward the Neal house. They were probably going to plot some devious trick on Libby. Libby was Peanut and Jimmy’s fifteen-year-old sister. She was tall with long, dark hair and green eyes. I thought she was as pretty as a spotted pup, but her brothers didn’t think so.
Peanut announced, I’m going home and see what’s for supper.
I acknowledged this information with a snappy salute and marched into the kitchen from the back porch. My sister Mary Anne shot me a look that said get out of here, you little worm, as she took a long drink out of a bottle of Coca-Cola. I didn’t say anything. She was fourteen and tough for a girl. Besides, I had fought enough battles for one day. I was still a little sore from falling down as if I’d been shot. Walking through the house, I tried to be quiet because my mother was sleeping. She had to work the graveyard shift
at eleven o’clock. So I needed to be quiet until she got up and stirred around.
Daddy was on the front porch reading the evening paper with a serious look on his face. He had renamed the Booneville Reporter to the Daily Disappointment. However, I noticed he always grabbed it and read