When disease, a wound, or death felled a Maine soldier, his relatives understood the risks inherent with wartime service. They knew his immediate fate. But when a Maine boy went missing, the folks at home could only imagine the worst — and so they did in countless letters addressed to Maine Adjutant General John Hodsdon. […]
The Weekender, Feb. 23-25: Why, it's practically shorts weather!
United by friendship, love, and blood: Winter Camp in Maine