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This is the first time I have posted a book release on Brilliant blogshare, but there is a reason.



This is NOT a War story

The modern day civilised world we know is little more than a fragile moment balancing on a knife-edge between the evils of avarice and the struggle for dominant authoritarian supremacy.
Caught in the maelstrom between the warring factions are the innocent lives of civilians and children, the unsuspecting conscripts and misguided volunteers on all sides.
Conditioned, indoctrinated and convinced by those who have only power and ultimate wealth to gain, are those whose personal stories are revealed within the pages of this book.
Life in the War Zone takes a serious, no holds barred look at the devastation and trauma of life in the battlefields of the Ukraine, Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Bosnia, Serbia, Croatia, Israel, Palestine, Libya, Lebanon and El Salvador.

This may well be the book they would rather you did not read.

Life in the War Zone is a collection of poignant, eye opening stories and articles, written primarily as fictional accounts, yet based on true experiences of people living and working in major war zones around the globe. Each story and article has been formed from interviews, discussions, reports and dialogues from those directly involved and affected by conflict.
Paul White has gently coaxed, from the depths of people’s hearts, the truth of how destructive and debilitating the effects of war are to individuals, families and entire communities.
Each tale reflects true events; Paul has managed to elicit the emotions, the feelings and the inner anxieties of those whose accounts are represented here.
Yet he has also found stories of great courage, fortitude and resilience of human spirit strewn amongst the detritus of war.
Whilst these stories are particular to the individuals to whom they belong, the sad fact is they can easily be told by so many.
This book may be finished, but sadly the strife continues.




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