Soldiers! You cannot tell the joy your letters give to your loved ones at home. Your words, written maybe in your dugout, or in the trench, or in Hospital, are bright with the light of love. How often your letters are stained with tears and prayed over by mothers and wives and friends. And how the letters sent to you from home are valued. How tenderly every act of love given in by-gone days is thought of when face to face with danger. A Sergeant writes to me: ―
“I have to look back on my youthful days and thank my dear mother, who taught me the narrow way. As I read one of your tracts which spoke of British mothers, I thought of mine ... .”