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knowledge that you have made
the greatest of gifts—the gift of
your flesh and blood to our
threatened country.
Merry Christmas, Mom and
‘Family.
—-Soldiers of U. S. Army
To their Mom.
dier.
Year.
friend— f
Cpl. Arthur D{ D
Flight Headquafters,
794 Tech Sch. Sq. (Sp.)
Seymour Johnson Field
North Carolina
Thanks for a timely and love-
ly letter, Don, I wish it had
come in earlier so that we could
have given it better display. A
Well, there it is Mr. Risley. Don’t
you think that it expresses the
thoughts of every red blooded sol-
Well that is all I have to say
except to wish you and everyone
else in the old home town a very
Merry Christmas and a Happy New
So until later I remgin your
December 16, 1942.
THE POST, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1942
when we last heard from him.
Of course you know, Phil Chen-
ey is going in the army (Offi-
cers’ Candidate School) on De-
cember 28. Estella Pruschko is
also stationed in Denver at
Fitzsimmons General Hospital
in Denver. She has a 30-day
leave and was in to see us this
week. She, too, is a graduate
of Kingston Township schools.
—Editor.
From New Zealand
Dear Editor:
Just a letter to let you know my
new change of address. When you
send my paper, send it to Master
Sergeant Tommy Evans, Hq. & Hq.
LSqdn., 323rd Air Service Group,
A. P. 0. 1227, New York City, N. Y.
I haven't received a paper in a long
time. I guess it's because I have
been changed so much.
The boys here are sure happy
to hear from the folks at home and
to know that they are playing their
part in this war.
I also want to thank the Ladies’
Auxiliary from the Little White
Church on the Hill in Trucksville
for the presents they have been
SESE IL IEC IE IL DL DG DE SE SEL JEL ICEL IL IC IEC IE DEI IC IED
SH HBEAE EAE RBEERERBENE;
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PILLAR TO POST
By Mrs. T. M. B. Hicks, Jr.
For each of us his own White Christmas, a precious
memory or a shinging star of hope.
So many cares, so many problems, so much of inev-
itable heart-break in an adult and sobered world; but
somewhere down the distant years, shining in childhood
innocence and hallowed by tradition, that one perfect
Christmas. ;
Through the raging tumult of a world gone mad still
runs the golden thread of angel voices chanting in ecstacy,
the peace of the Judean hills, the blazing glory of the
heavens, the kneeling shepherds, and the Holy Child.
In the East, a nip in the air with a powdering of snow;
sunshine and firecrackers in Charleston; silent drifts on
the western prairies; soft gray rain on the Pacific Coast,
with a festively decorated Community Tree reflected in
the wetly gleaming pavements.
And everywhere a White Christmas for those who
have eyes to see and a heart to sing.
For the modern child, a rollicking Santa Claus, the
glittering height of a tinselled tree, gaily wrapped gifts
in too lavish abundance, the school pageant, Christmas
q ;
about two wide-eyed children. She
leaving the door into the hall slightl De
the side of the bed in the curving hollow of a
body, fixes her eyes upon the yellow rect
and her quiet voice fills the listening room
Time and space roll back, and we stand wit}
the Judean hills. The sleeping flocks lie all ab
patient shepherds watching out the starlit night.
In the little village below there is a sleepy :
belated travelers, worn from the long journey back t
land of their fathers, ask for admission to the crou
There is no room. In subdued voices, mindful of
ing guests, they speak together and to the manager
Inn. He protests, then points to a low stable.
moment they hesitate, then stoop and enter. Gratef
this poor shelter, they spread their cloaks upon the
sharing its warmth and privacy with the humbles
beasts. Sho
The gentle-spoken, dark-haired woman, her time
her, thankfully lays down her wearisome burden in
midst of the quiet beasts, her faithful husband guar
her in this her hour of anguish.
And mow above the silent hills a Star is born.
shepherds, sore afraid, fall on their knees and cover
faces with their robes to shield them from the into
beauty of the blazing sky. The angels chant, the he
are filled with the glory of God, Peace on Earth, Goodw
to men. : : il
The shepherds rise at the heavenly command
follow the Star. As they draw mear the stable, they h g
tate, for here, before the darkened doorway, kneel thre
sending us boys.
Right now I am in a New Zealand
hospital, but I'll be well soon and
hope to get in the fight again.
Yours truly,
Master Sergeant Tommy Evans.
‘We~ wondered where you
were, Tommy, it has been such
a long time between letters.
This one was very interesting
written * on that thin blue
Church of England stationery
enclosed in a Red Cross envel-
ope bearing the ensigna of the
Order of St. John and The New
Zealand Red Cross Society and
with those two impressive cen-
sor markings. We're sorry the
paper hasn’t reached you, it has
been sent out every week. Al-
ways let us know when you
miss it two weeks in a row.
—Editor.
Merry Christmas to you and a
camels, richly caparisoned. Faltering now, but driven
Glorious New Year. —Editor.
the voice of the angels and their own great desire, th
enter. Sf
Here is the manger filled with hay, and in it, swadd
by loving hands, lies sleeping the Holy Child, His s
curls shining with a light from heaven. Over Him bend
love and adoration His Mother, and Joseph her husbana
The three Wise Men and the humble toil-worn s
herds, rich and poor alike, fall to their knees in a com
bond of worship, offering gifts according to their kind.
The age-old story ends. The mother pats a drow
little cheek, gently tucks am wup-flung arm beneath t
warm covers, softly closes the door; and leaves the
dren to the peace of Christmas Eve.
Those children now are grown. They have child
of their own, tall young soms who will spend the G
Day in far-flung battlefields, thousands of miles from
that they hold dear. :
In steaming jungles or on desert sands, in icy waste
or under tropic sums, embattled in a titanic strug
against the dark power of a bent and tortured cross, they
follow the Star of the Prince of Peace, that in generations
yet unborn White Christmases shall not perish from th
earth. ;
carols coming in over the radio.
To the child of forty years ago, Christmas meant a
bulging stocking, a magic-lantern show, a striped bag of
hard candy at the Sunday-School entertainment, popcorn
and cranberry garlands on the Christmas tree.
Sixty years ago in a country parsonage, Christmas
- meant a pair of scarlet mittens, with a-sled for the boy
and a home-made doll for the little girl, peppermint sticks
and an occasional orange; popcorm“balls and butternut
candy, the butternuts cracked painfully on a flatiron held
between the knees, and molasses taffy pulled with scorched
and buttered fingers to a snowy whiteness, clipped with
the kitchen shears into soul-satisfying and mouth-filling
sections.
At the turn of the century, the religious significance
of thé Day of Days was impressed upon the children.
Simple presents there were, with perhaps a tree but surely
a stocking, candy and nuts and a feast, but never was the
meaning of the Day forgotten.
To ‘one born in that generation, the spicy incense of
fresh:cut evergreen:is indissolubly associated with the tale
of the: first White Christmas. Christmas Eve brought
forth each year the age-old beautiful story, “In the days
of Herod, the King.”
SESE
Home For Christmas
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Dear Mr. Risley:
I received my first copy of the
Post yesterday and believe me, I
certainly enjoyed it. It has been
quite some time since I have seen
any local news. I was really sur-
prised to hear about Mr. Hender-
son. He has done a swell job for
the band and for the school.
I'm getting a three-day leave for
Christmas. I'll get in town about
noon on Christmas Day. It will cer-
tainly feel good to see the home
town after being away from it a
couple of months. The old saying
still rings true, “There is no place
like home.” You don’t realize it
until you've left it.
Please give my -thanks to Mrs.
Niemeyer for the card. - I really ap-
preciated it.
Once again, time is growing short,
so again I reluctantly have to close.
Sincerely yours, / 4
Cadet Louis Kelly, U. SI N.A FR.
University of Virginia R.AT.C.
7 Elliewood Avenue
Charlottesville, Virginia
You'll be in Dallas when
this Post reaches you, Lou, if
you've time drop in to see us.
—Editor.
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In Glider Training
To all our friends
== | both here and abroad
morning I felt as though it was! 5
just about time for me to sit down |
and write you a few lines. I guess]
I've been getting the Post ever since
you began sending it to the boys in
service and this is the first time I've |
taken to express my appreciation to
you. Maybe it's the Christmas!
spirit, huh! !
Well, as you know I am in Glider
training here in Arkansas, but since
June I've been transferred from
Oregon to Minnesota, to Ohio, to
Alabama and then here. This is a
brand new base here and the boys
probably know what that means. I
can’t give it too many compliments.
I expect to finish the course about
the middle of January at which time
I will graduate as a Flight Officer.
I'm certainly “sweating it out.”
I noticed that Don Kriedler is now
in Memphis, Tennessee. I am only
about 100 miles from there and if
you would print his address I might
be able to get in touch with him.
Tell the rest of the boys if they
find a few minutes to drop me a few
lines. A letter from one of the
“gang” is always welcome.
A Friend,
S/Sgt. Glen Knecht”
Group 4, A.AF.G.T.D.
Stuttgart, Arkansas
Don Kriedler’s address is Bar-
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Aviation Maintenance, Mem-
phis, Tenn. What's a hundred
miles between friends? A
Merry Christmas and a Glorious
New Year, Glen. Editor.—
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Dear Editor:
I have arrived in Denver, Colo-
rado. I would appreciate your send-
ing me the Post, if possible. I cut
out your application from a Post in
Miami, Florida.
I would like you to send me How-
ell Rees’ address, as we all had a
few cups of coffee together back at
the Tally Ho Grille before he left
to go to the British West Indies.
I will have to close now as we
are going to a camp U. S. O. show.
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