Love and War: The quiet War
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England is at war with Germany, but the Germans are the least of his worries.
Bernard isn't even twelve years old yet, but at six foot tall and almost a-hundred seventy pounds no one ever believes him. But when England declares war on Germany his two older brothers leave at the same time he's starting his first year at a boarding school in London. He would much rather go stay with his godfather in the countryside of Wales. It will be just him and his youngest sister until he can go home on breaks. She is five years older than he is and hasn't been showing the greatest amount of wisdom. After she gets drunk and passes out on their way to the school, he can't imagine how it could get worse. Unfortunately his sister is the queen of drama, and her actions, not to mention reality, have a bad habit of expanding his imagination.
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