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Christmas In The Trenches

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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 groundwhen across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound. Says I "Now listen up me boys", each soldier strained to hearas 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 moreas 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 Iand 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 brightas he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night. Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-landwith neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand. We shared some secret brandy and wished each other welland in a flare-lit soccer game we gave `em hell. We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photgraphs from homethese sons and fathers far away from families of their own. Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violinthis 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 wonderous 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 warhad 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 lameand on each end of the rifle we`re the same.-- John McCutcheon "Christmas in the trenches"

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