To Our Boys in Service

Byron Center, Mich. Dear Boys: Michigan, lying as it does, in the temperate zone, is again having its winter, as you know.  Nature is dead.  No flowers bloom.  The song of the birds has been silenced by winter’s cold breath.  The tree brings forth no fruit; its leaf has withered and is fallen to the ground.  Streams and lakes are frozen over and a blanket of snow covers the earth.  All is still. It is the stillness of death, but not of that death from which there is no returning.  In due...