Cnn's richard quest tells the story of a Christmas truce in afghanistan. The truce saw soldiers from both sides fall out of the trenches to meet each other. Quest: "the Christmas truce made the bitterest foes friends"
Cnn's richard quest tells the story of a Christmas truce in afghanistan. The truce saw soldiers from both sides fall out of the trenches to meet each other. Quest: "the Christmas truce made the bitterest foes friends"
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Cnn's richard quest tells the story of a Christmas truce in afghanistan. The truce saw soldiers from both sides fall out of the trenches to meet each other. Quest: "the Christmas truce made the bitterest foes friends"
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B ack somewhere in England, the fires were burning in cosy rooms; in
fancy I heard laughter and the thousand melodies of reunion on Christmas Eve. [...] Still looking and dreaming, my eyes caught a flare in the darkness. [...] 5 Then quite near our dug-outs, so near as to make me start and clutch my rifle, I heard a voice. there was no mistaking that voice with its guttural ring. With ears strained, I listened, and then, all down our line of trenches there came to our ears a greeting unique in war: "English soldier, English soldier, a merry Christmas, a merry Christmas!" 10 Friendly invitation Following that salute boomed the invitation from those harsh voices: "Come out, English soldier; come out here to us." For some little time we were cautious, and did not even answer. Officers, fearing treachery, ordered the men to be silent. But up and down our line one heard the men 15 answering that Christmas greeting from the enemy. How could we resist wishing each other a Merry Christmas, even though we might be at each other's throats immediately afterwards? So we kept up a running conversation with the Germans, all the while our hands ready on our rifles. Blood and peace, enmity and fraternity - war's most amazing 20 paradox. The night wore on to dawn - a night made easier by songs from the German trenches, the pipings of piccolos and from our broad lines laughter and Christmas carols. Not a shot was fired, except for down on our right, where the French artillery were at work. [...] Then came the invitation to fall out of the trenches and meet half way. 25 Still cautious we hung back. Not so the others. They ran forward in little groups, with hands held up above their heads, asking us to do the same. Not for long could such an appeal be resisted - beside, was not the courage up to now all on one side? Jumping up onto the parapet, a few of us advanced to meet the on-coming Germans. Out went the hands and 30 tightened in the grip of friendship. Christmas had made the bitterest foes friends. [...] We gave each other cigarettes and exchanged all manner of things. We wrote our names and addresses on the field service postcards, and exchanged them for German ones. We cut the buttons off our coats and 35 took in exchange the Imperial Arms of Germany. But the gift of gifts was Christmas pudding. The sight of it made the Germans' eyes grow wide with hungry wonder, and at the first bite of it they were our friends for ever. Given a sufficient quantity of Christmas puddings, every German in the trenches before ours would have surrendered. [...] 40 As I finish this short and scrappy description of a strangely human event, we are pouring rapid fire into the German trenches, and they are returning the compliment just as fiercely. Screeching through the air above us are the shattering shells of rival batteries of artillery. So we are back once more to the ordeal of fire.
Private Frederick W. HEATH, North Mail, January 9th, 1915