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Show . Serena rrtyv (jliay As the old year rolls on, and the new one is about to enter, we pause long enough to wonder won-der about and enjoy the yuletide holidays. This year Christmas will not be the same as it was last year. Yes, it is true that we were in war, but most of our boys were home to enjoy Christmas with us. This year over half of our boys are away serving the country coun-try in some far-off land where love and peace are not an ideal. This year as we walk through the streets, we will not see many wreaths of holly at doors and windows. We shall see stars of red, blue, silver and even gold dotting the panes. These stars tell us there is someone gone from that home. It may be father fa-ther or a son, and when we see a gold star we know that some mother has given her son for the cause of freedom, for which we are now fighting. When these boys were young their mother's did not plan and dream that some day their boy would shoulder a gun. No, they had great plans. They dreamed of the education they could have, of the great things they could do, and now that same boy is away in some war-torn country across the sea. Although the boys are away this Christmas and families are broken up, we must not look back over the rough road we have passed upon; we must look to the future and have hope and cherish our love for another because be-cause we know and are assured that by doing these things we will see bright days ahead. Perhaps next Christmas the war will be over and the boys will be home, and if it is not, we must still look into the future and watch for that day to come, when we can enjoy a Christmas with the boys, a Christmas at Peace. |