Coleman's War


After 40 years away from home, Theodore hoped to reunite with his two buddies. After his war tragedy he developed a suspicious nature and feared the collapse of his world and his love. 
Remembering their youth: Abraham, George, and Theodore find a treasure box. Surprised at what they found inside they imagines it's the Monkey's Paw legend. Each boy makes a wish and swears loyalty for life. 
They lived through the Great Depression, fought in World War Two, and hoped for success after the war. Each struggled to overcome poverty and adversity. 
Abraham finds success through his wife's family, and an awkward relationship develops. 
Several years after the war, Theodore becomes a world renowned artist. 
George's world crumbles when he experiences a series of unfortunate circumstances. 
Each man comes to realize his truth.

About the Author

Author Name : EN Heim

     EN Heim grew up in Southern California, worked as a graphic designer and partner in a publishing and advertising firm for some thirty years. After the children parted their nest, EN and wife decided to make a big leap—they took jobs in Europe. The European lifestyle became addictive, and when retirement time came, they decided to retire in Germany. Since then, they enjoy the pastoral ambiance of the Franconia wine district and their late years. EN writes about his life, sometimes comical, sometimes not so. His wife attends to her cats and flowers. Everyday is an adventure, and every household holds an interesting story. He found living in a small farm town wasn't much different from living in Los Angeles. The only difference, you know what everybody does, and they know everything you do.


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My great grandfather was a Slave

My grandfather was a Native

My grandmother was a Bantu

My mother was a kaffir, Nigga, Negro

Names imposed by shackles

But an Afrakan I am

An identity my forefathers were deprived of


An identity I am now polluting with the fumes of cigarettes

In dope I am giving it another face

In ecstasy I am giving it a comical image

My drunken stupor gives it an unstable belonging

My borrowed accent contradicts what it represents

My imitated dress code conceals its beauty

My adopted religion undermines my intellectual prowess

My language deafens my ancestors

My values are valueless

My mind is discriminatory

It repels anything indigenous

Whilst absorbing all that is alien

None can identify with me

Even those I am emulating

Patriotism I reserve for my kind

I look down at my patriots

If I were xenophobic

I could have been my own victim

I pride myself in my slanted inferior education

An education promptly deleting my true history

Ignorance is my custom

I am dreaming dreams my forefathers cannot interpret

I am singing praise songs for my dying culture

I am branding a heritage

I cannot inherit

Knowledge of freedom is embedded in my subconscious

But suppressed by fear

Fear to develop my culture and identity

Fear to be rejected by the world

Fear to be different and still love myself

Yet with no identity I remain

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