Greetings: is a The-Emperor-is-Naked antiwar novel.
If you’re looking for guts and glory, try Hollywood.
Real war is ugly… it tattoos nightmare images inside your skull.
There are no heroes… only survivors and statistics.
Fortunate Sons seldom serve. Poor and middle class kids
(Like the three teens in this story) are left to wonder, “Why am I here?” DWANE HARRIS volunteered to carry the ball for his country. MIKE DeANGELO reluctantly signed up for training never received.
Uncle Sam could only draft the body of MAGIC SAM SHANAHAN…
an authentic hippie/yippie (unlike the celluloid/dead tree stereotypes
one sees today), because the rest of him belonged to Rock & Roll.
Get inside the heads of these kids in a combat zone.
Recognize the hatred in the eyes of the occupied.
Today our army is spread thin in a perpetual war against brown people
with oil. A new draft is near. Congress has two bills and a plan…
nineteen-year-olds will be the first to go. If you are 18 to 26
(or if someone dear to you is)… be concerned. Become informed.
Read this book…
If Empire War sounds like fun, join up… if not, vote, question authority,
get out in the street and voice your opinion.