Jumping Through Hoops
© George E. Duckett 2009
I have written this book with the hope it will be an inspiration to any one who is currently, or has been, the subject of abuse or neglect as a child and who is suffering, or has suffered, through a poor primary and secondary education to find if they can survive and turn the tide of defeat into a rewarding and fulfilling life by realizing that theirs really some one out there trying to get you and they are not a figment of your imagination.
I was born in the first half of the 20 th Century. As a young child I experienced the latter part of the Great Depression and World War II. As a boy, the Korean War. I served my country in the US Army during the Cold War, Cuban Crises, the Moon Landing the assassination of an American President and the war in Vietnam.
I saw an American President resign his Office in disgrace. The Berlin wall come down with the end of the Cold War. There have been so many other small wars since WW II, I have lost count of them and have no idea who won any of them, if there is ever a winner of any war.. Then we had the Golf Wars, the war in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Now in the first half of the 21 st Century the 9/11 bombing of the Twin Towers that officially opened the War Against Terrorism that is in reality, the Jihad, a Holy War in the eyes of radical Muslims. I see the War Against Terrorism as World War III.
I was born during World War II and it looks as if I will die during World War III. To the best of my knowledge there has been a war going on some where in the world for my whole life time.
My feelings are reflected in the words of the song, *Where Have All The Flowers Gone, “When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?”
*Words and music by Pete Seeger
I have finished the first draft and it is now being edited and proofread Its a matter of going back over things and adding to the information that's there. I'm trying to find photos that will help tie the story together that is difficult when most of the people I knew that had any have pasted away years ago. The ones that may still be living are nowhere to be found. I estimate I'm about 50% finished with my story