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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