Monday, December 24, 2018

December 24, 1914

104 years ago today, 100,000 soldiers in the trenches of the Western Front stopped shooting each other, at least for a little while.  Instead, moved by the spirit of the season, they met in No Man's Land to exchange greetings and brandy, and to play soccer.  

Image from the Illustrated London News, 9 Jan 1915
The Generals were less than amused, and cracked down in following years.  Captain Sir Iain Colquhoun was Court-marshalled for his participation.  After they convicted him someone recalled that he was related to the British Prime Minister, and so they swept it all under the carpet.

Historians now occupy the field of battle because all the eye witnesses are now long dead.  All that we have are stories from those who remember those witnesses. But we know that December 1914 saw something unique in trench warfare: Christmas showed that basic humanity was still to be found on the Western Front:
All our lives, our family our friends told us it we were crazy.  Couldn't possibly have happened to us.  Then we heard your song on the radio and said "See? See? We were there."


Christmas In The Trenches (Songwriter: John McCutcheon)
My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here,
I fought for King and country I love dear.

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung.
Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
their brave and glorious lads so far away.

I was lyin' with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground
when across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound.
Says I "Now listen up me boys", each soldier strained to hear
as one young German voice sang out so clear.

"He's singin' bloddy well you know", my partner says to me.
Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony.
The cannons rested silent. The gas cloud rolled no more
as Christmas brought us respite from the war.

As soon as they were finished a reverent pause was spent.
'God rest ye merry, gentlemen' struck up some lads from Kent.
The next they sang was 'Stille Nacht". "Tis 'Silent Night'" says I
and in two toungues one song filled up that sky.

"There's someone commin' towards us" the front-line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
as he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night.

Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land
with neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.
We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well
and in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.

We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from home
these sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin
this curious and unlikely band of men.

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more.
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war.
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
"whose family have I fixed within my sights?"

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
had been crumbled and were gone for ever more.

My name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell.
Each Christmas come since World War One
I've learned it's lessons well.
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
and on each end of the rifle we're the same.
This Christmas Eve, we would like to wish all our readers the joy of the season.  And we would like you to remember those caught up in the killing fields of Flanders, the Ardennes, Khe Sanh, or Fallujah. And also remember those who still stand post far from home and family tonight.

11 comments:

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

Merry Christmas!

Old NFO said...

Amen...

Differ said...

Merry Christmas BP.

ASM826 said...

Even if you're in a peaceful place, being deployed at Christmas is a lonely way to spend the holiday.

Borepatch said...

ASM826, I'd think so. A lot of folks pass every holiday without thinking once about the guys deployed overseas.

LSP said...

Merry Christmas!

Chad Solivais said...

Merry Christmas!

Murphy(AZ) said...

ASM826: even in those peaceful places, the services tried in their bumbling, bureaucratic ways to give a little semblance of home. But if you're thousands of miles from home, it's just not the same, and you'll always remember the years you were "missing."

To all who serve, in the peaceful and dangerous places, WE remember you! Merry Christmas, or however you believe! Stay safe!

waepnedmann said...

We sleep safely in our beds because rough men stand ready to visit violence upon those who would do us harm.
-Various Attributions

Merry Christmas and here's remembering those who have stood on The Wall and those standing there this day.

Evil exists in the world, but the Christmas in the Trenches story raises the question: does the evil lie on points of bayonets or the on the tongues of politicians?

Borepatch said...

Merry Christmas, everybody!

waepnedmann, well said.

Comrade Misfit said...

Yep, but from 1915 on, the generals on both sides did their utmost to ensure that the Xmas Truce was not repeated.