A dangerous and often fatal pursuit, collecting pieces of bombs is a prime activity for boys in London during WWII in the early 1940s. Young Tom Sloan is no exception. While investigating one ravaged building, he finds more than he expects-an injured German pilot, Hauptman Heinrich Leuzinger, who had ejected from his plane. Leuzinger begs Tom not to turn him in to authorities, but rather to help him see his wife and children again. Tom understands this is a dangerous dilemma for which there could be serious consequences. More than a thousand miles away in the North African desert, the boy's father, Major Bernie Sloan, a British officer and the commandant of a German and Italian POW camp, meets captured German Colonel Hans Dieter Reichmann who tells an unbelievable story. Sloan, a Jewish man, harbors a deep hatred for Germany and its people. Sloan finds it difficult to believe that Reichmann may have actually saved a Jewish family by smuggling them out of Germany. Both father and son are about to discover that in war, as in life, things are not always as they appear, and people can't always be judged by the uniforms they wear. Or can they? "A compelling and historically fascinating fictional account of a pivotal point in World War II. Intense, thrilling and riveting. I can't wait to see the movie, which is sure to be a blockbuster." Ted Olson, one of Time Magazine's 100 most influential people in the world. " Honor Knows No Borders steps beyond its title to include age and era. The story set during WWII has flawed characters, loyalty, loyalty misplaced, and danger that build to a race against time that may affect England's security; and particularly a young boy who doesn't get it right, but triumphs at significant risk. The thing about this book and its values is that it is as current today as it was in 1941" Richard Reisberg, former president of MGM/UA Television and of Viacom Productions "John Sharer's riveting novel, Honor Knows No Borders , grabs hold of our attention and will not let go, even after we read the concluding paragraph. Sharer treats us to action, suspense and psychological insights that challenge conventional assumptions. The reader is in for a stimulating treat that lingers" Arthur Gilbert, Author of Under Submission John Sharer was a boy in London during WWII and remembers bombings, food shortages, and deaths. His father, a British officer, was commandant of a German POW camp. Sharer, now a U.S. citizen, lives in Los Angeles with his wife. HONOR KNOWS NO BORDERS By John Sharer iUniverse, Inc. Copyright © 2010 John Sharer All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4502-1230-4 Chapter One The battle had raged for two days and two nights. When dawn broke on the third day the North African desert was strewn with destroyed German and British tanks, many still burning. Tank crews and supporting infantry lay dead in close proximity to the twisted and broken tanks. Some were killed by gunfire as they tried to escape their mortally wounded tanks. Some were burned to death. The carnage was overwhelming. Hardened veterans on both sides never forgot those terrible days and most could never bear to talk about them. Early on the third day, the remnants of the German column broke off the encounter and retreated toward their own lines some thirty miles away. The British formed a line facing the retreating Germans, but did not pursue. That decision was necessitated by diminishing fuel supplies and the necessity of reserving adequate quantities to reach their own lines. Five of the German tanks had been cut off from the rest of their force and had the line of British armor between them and escape. One of the five flew the pennant of the commander of the German column. Despite the dire fuel situation, thirty-five of the British tanks were ordered to pursue the cut-off enemy tanks. It seemed unlikely that the small German force could outrun the larger British contingent when luck intervened. A devastating sandstorm suddenly arose, reducing visibility almost to zero. The commander of the German column, Colonel Hans Dieter Reichmann, radioed to the other four tanks. "Continue in your present direction for two thousand meters, then turn right ninety degrees and run laterally for a thousand meters, then another turn of ninety degrees toward our lines. I will run back and forth firing intermittently in the direction of the British. Hopefully they will believe that all five of us have turned and decided to take a stand. With this reduced visibility, you may very well be able to flank the British and get back to our lines without being seen." "Colonel, we would prefer to stay with you and fight it out. We don't want to leave you here alone," radioed back Captain Kraemer. "What I just told you was an order-not a suggestion for discussion," barked Reichmann. His tone was harsh, but inwardly he was proud and grateful for the loyalty of his men. "Get going. Now!" he shouted. Then in a lo