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War of My Brothers examines the America of the twentieth century and explores how and why it changed, as seen through the eyes of Hank Terrill, great-grandson of George Terrill from the original Waldwick book.
 
Hank witnesses America from World War I to the Vietnam War and how life changed, people changed, and those who governed changed as well. Add in the innocence of poverty and the abuses of wealth. As the book explores the traumas of life and the joys of the living, readers may be thanking God these events didn’t happen to them. 
 
Written such that the storyline has maximum emotional impact, War of My Brothers is a profound statement on why America is where it is today.
 
As one reviewer stated, "This is a political novel at heart, and what makes this truly stand out is Linde's expert execution of the plot, which in lesser hands, could have become a jumbled mess of scattered ideas and philosophies…lovers of sophisticated literary fiction who don't mind a hefty dose of politics in their stories will be definitely gratified."
 
Author Notes/Why You Should Read War of My Brothers
 
“What motivates a person to share a story? How does time smooth the edges of a memory? Why do some events stick with you forever? In the spring of 1972, I was invited to a conference in Washington D.C. as a young promotion manager for a local Madison, Wisconsin, television station. The thought of going to the nation's capital was exciting. 
 
The flight from Madison to Washington required a stop in Chicago that eroded the commonality of those on board. The passengers were no longer just young, liberal college students. My fellow travelers had become a multitude of ages, backgrounds, and opinions. I reached my seat, sat down, and peered out the window. For some reason, I felt important. A few moments later the individual in the seat next to me arrived. A man, probably in his fifties, looked at me with disdain as he elbowed his way into the center seat and took command of the armrest between us. 
 
The style at the time for men was long hair, and mine covered my ears. Nothing extreme, just the style, but long enough to raise the ire of the new combatant to my left. As we took off, this gentleman looked at me and offered, ‘You need to get a haircut. You look like a goddamn hippie.’
 
I returned the man’s disdain as for the next ninety minutes he accused me of being unpatriotic, not serving our country, and being afraid to do battle for what was right, which in his mind was the Vietnam War. I sat with my eyes open and mouth shut and listened to his diatribe until I looked out the window and saw the city below. It was then I was motivated to write the following poem that has been with me ever since and served as one of the cornerstones for War of My Brothers.
 
Look in a soldier’s eyes and tell me what you see...But blood and hate and battle and needless misery.
 
Breathe through a soldier’s nose and tell me what you smell...But the pungent odor of death, the rancid fumes of hell.
 
Eat with a soldier’s mouth and tell me what you taste...But the tartness of desolation, the bitterness of waste.
 
Listen through a soldier’s ears and tell me what you hear...But the moans of a wounded comrade, the screams of a child’s fear.
 
Grasp with a soldier’s hands and tell me what you touch...But the shattered lives of people and the pieces that they clutch.
 
Walk with a soldier’s feet and where do you tread...But across the shallow graves of children, so innocent, yet so dead.
 
And live with a soldier’s heart and tell me what you feel...The awesome disbelief that anything so horrible could actually be real.
 
While the war in Vietnam brought itself into our living rooms each night, it was my visit to the Arlington National Cemetery that week that pierced my heart and motivated a second poem entitled, Arlington.
 
Little White Crosses, side-by-side...for each of them one soldier died.
Little White Crosses, row-by-row...for each of them one life we show.
Little White Crosses in a field...for each of them, one life we yield.
In ‘76 and 1812, ‘64 and the First World War and the Second with the bomb, then Korea then Vietnam.
First for freedom, then for rights...then to show the world our might.
We fight for peace that's what they said...three million men who all are dead.
With Little White Crosses on a hill...and one more grave that we must fill.
 
War of My Brothers reflects upon twentieth-century America from World War I through the Vietnam War and how access to information changed our country, our culture, and our beliefs. Yet, War of My Brothers is also a love story not only of a man and woman, but of our country and what it could be if only we’d regain the respect for others that once existed.”