New Year- – -1943

As the last, fleeting moments of the dying year slipped away, I sat in quite reverie, allowing my thoughts to linger over memories of the days gone by.  Joys mixed with sorrows, pleasures accompanied by disappointments, smiles and sighs passed in succession before me.  Who could help but think even then of all the sufferings in a war-torn world, of young men who were called to bid goodbye to friends and dear ones, and of those who are left behind to wonder about their safety and welfare? Who...