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Christmas Truce In The Trenches

Christmas Truce In The Trenches – A Stunning Story About Christmas At Wartime

Merry Christmas, everyone … yeah, I don’t abide by all that politically correct Happy Holiday stuff …
I say Merry Christmas on the days of Christmas and if you let me know you celebrate in another way, or do not celebrate at all, then have a merry day, anyway …
Blessings to you for whatever you do in this season.

Why should it matter? …
Just go ahead and get in the spirit.

This was something an amazing group of men did during Christmas at wartime in WWI. It happened nearly one hundred years ago, when enemies laid down their arms to join in friendship.

We did not learn about this in our own history class in America, but this story is known far and wide here in England. It was called the Christmas Truce. I guess some think it’s a bit of a tall tale, but you will find out from John McCutcheon, the writer and singer in the following audio, “Christmas In The Trenches”, it’s completely true …
he tells of testimonial proof that it is exactly as it is told.

It is a powerfully inspirational story of the spirit of man. …
It is an incredible story of how even enemies can reach down into their hearts and find a level of friendship …
They can lock arms together to fight the forces of evil …

Now, I know it is a stretch to believe that in our current situation of war with Muslim extremists, that we can ask them to find peace at Christmas, but remember that the thing that is being fought in the war is really not about religion. I am certain that it is only The men at the top who pull the strings and have other agendas that wish to continue the fighting. …
They’ve just used propaganda to get all us little guys to hate each other, but that’s another story …

I have hope it will end soon … after all, they are running out of people who are willing to strap a bomb to their chest to go and meet their 72 virgins …
The gig’s up and word is that they are now kidnapping youngsters and convincing them to do it by threatening to kill their sisters and do horrid things to their grandmothers …

Is there proof of such a thing? I don’t know, but I believe it because desperation makes people do terrible things.

OK, so there I digress, again, but my point is The ones who actually have to spend Christmas “in the trenches”, so to speak, are all men and women with families , good hearts, and ideals. I would guess that all of them really want to stop the killing. It is just the nature of most men deep down in their hearts, who haven’t been conditioned otherwise.

If you don’t believe it, have a listen to “Christmas in the Trenches” by John McCutcheon and have a wonderful holiday season of peace and hope.
Christmas in the Trenches – written and performed by John McCutcheon

Song lyrics

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’ bloody 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 tongues 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.
– John McCutcheon “Christmas in the trenches”

You can also Click here to watch BBC iPlayer – Witness: Christmas Truce for more testimonial stories about it.

You surely know someone this Christmas who is fighting a battle or in a war of some kind, so please share this far and wide and spread the word of peace and hope this holiday season!

To your ultimate wealth transformation!
Heidi

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“Christmas In The Trenches”, Christmas truce, John McCutcheon