Somewhere…somewhere it ignites, A tiny flicker Waving its small flame. Looking for the fuel To help it burn brighter, Pressing its brave warmth Against the fabric of a world Greedy...

It was Christmas Eve 1967, and a little more than a month before the Great Tet Offensive of 1968. The officers of our Heavy Field Artillery Battalion situated on a...

After 30 years of moving around the country and Germany (twice) our last military station was at Picatinny Arsenal, in North Jersey in 1985. This particular Christmas we had a...

My husband and I were strolling through the Christmas village at Congress Hall late one Saturday night last year. We approached the carousel and noticed there was an older couple...

“The ocean clean, the evergreen, the prettiest picture you’ve ever seen It’s Christmas in Stone Harbor, with all the Kernans at the rectory.” (To the tune of “Christmas in Killarney”)...

Lou Rodia, 86, died Aug. 15, 2013, at his home in Court House. For Christmas 2012, he wanted to have this published to ensure that the cherished recipe would continue...