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World War II Book for Kids - What was it like to be a teenager at war?

The virtual world has made it so easy to recreate fight scenes and battle scenes for our entertainment, but what if you had real memories, of real experiences of war? How would this affect you a year later, two years, ten years, seventy years later? Meet Jim Haynes. He joined the Royal Navy at 16 and served the British Empire in some of the bloodiest and most horrific theatres of the last world war as a teenager, alongside hardened sailors and soldiers, on the Atlantic Ocean and in the jungles of Burma and Malaya. This is Jim's story of WWII, from the streets of a slumin Nottingham, England where he grew up to finally settling in Sydney, Australia at the age of 20, leaving behind his family (and his sweetheart, Olga) forever. Jim has led a fairly normal life - married, had children, divorced, married again and had more children, but the cost of his service back in his teens has haunted him throughout his life, affecting his happiness and that of his family. The impact of PTSD can...

WWII book for kids

It's here! I'm very happy to report that my newest book, 'The Boy Who Went to War' is officially launched! A five year journey I have been working with 91 year old Jim Haynes for five years to achieve this amazing victory. Slowly and carefully, extracting painful memories, reliving horrors and reminiscing over good times. For Jim, who suffers with PTSD it's been particularly difficult.   A positive day The event drew a good size crowd who enjoyed the fabulous food laid on by a wonderful group of my personal friends. Thanks girls! Lots of kids came, which was what I wanted most of all, as this book was written for children. My passion is to bring a true story of wartime to the current generation, to give them an understanding of what it was actually like to be a child during WWII and hopefully encourage a sense of gratitude for the amazing, safe, suburban life they now lead. Thank you, Jim, for sharing your story with me. I have a greater appreciation of wh...