'There may be dark days ahead and war can no longer be confined to the battlefield. But, we can only do the right thing as we see the right, and reverently commit our cause to God. If, one and all, we keep resolutely faithful to it, ready for whatever service or sacrifice it may demand, then, with God's help, we shall prevail. May He bless and keep us all.' Those words, haltingly delivered by King George VI on 3 September 1939 and broadcast to the world, are still occasionally quoted in radio programs and newspaper or magazine articles. This is not a story for children in the Hans Christian Andersen mould. It is a 'story' worth the telling about children. How, as pawns, they may be rolled over in the mud of the political feeding frenzies of world leaders mad for power. And how a nation's future, its children, may be subverted; degraded; education disrupted; potential destroyed exposing fearful, wasteful aspects of postwar economic recovery. Threading through the events of one war, World War II, is a plain tale of a child evacuee escaping the London blitz - and perhaps worse, if the imminence of invasion by gloating shock troops of Nazi elite is taken into account. postwar writers. In that context, the story raises questions posed by history. The story's main title is chosen for two reasons. America no longer feels insecurely isolationist. Just less secure. In a world where national boundaries increasingly count for little more than lines on a map, its child population could also suffer evacuation to safer zones if a land war affected the country internally. For nothing now is beyond imagination in terms of terrorism in the name of culture, not a country. The second reason: As a child evacuee to America in a global political climate not unlike the present, the author chose an option. He would avoid the horrors which ultimately proved the lot of Europe's children had Britain not missed being overrun by a whisker. Winston Churchill hesitated over relinquishing British children to different cultures. Visiting New York three weeks after 'nine-eleven'; aware of the city's spontaneous official and citizen response among numbing scenes, was to return to the London blitz, to the 1940s - even the smell was there. This is a story about courage and a family's ultimate triumph.