The Christmas Truce
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On Christmas Day, 1914, in the first year of World War I, German, British, and French soldiers disobeyed their superiors and fraternized with "the enemy" along two-thirds of the Western Front. German troops held Christmas trees up out of the trenches with signs, "Merry Christmas." "You no shoot, we no shoot."
Thousands of troops streamed across a no-man's land strewn with rotting corpses. They sang Christmas carols, exchanged photographs of loved ones back home, shared rations, played football,even roasted some pigs.
Soldiers embraced men they had been trying to kill a few short hours before. They agreed to warn each other if the top brass forced them to fire their weapons, and to aim high. A shudder ran through the high command on either side. Here was disaster in the making: soldiers declaring their brotherhood with each other and refusing to fight.
Generals on both sides declared this spontaneous peacemaking to be treasonous and subject to court martial.By March, 1915 the fraternization movement had been eradicated and the killing machine put back in full operation. By the time of the armistice in 1918, fifteen million would be slaughtered.
Not many people have heard the story of the Christmas Truce. Military leaders have not gone out of their way to publicize it. On Christmas Day, 1988, a story in the Boston Globe mentioned that a local FM radio host played "Christmas in the Trenches," a ballad about the Christmas Truce, several times and was startled by the effect. The song became the most requested recording during the holidays in Boston on several FM stations.
"Even more startling than the number of requests I get is the reaction to the ballad afterward by callers who hadn't heard it before," said the radio host. "They telephone me deeply moved, sometimes in tears, asking, 'What the hell did I just hear?'"
I think I know why the callers were in tears. The Christmas Truce story goes against most of what we have been taught about people. It gives us a glimpse of the world as we wish it could be and says, "This really happened once." It reminds us of those thoughts we keep hidden away, out of range of the TV and newspaper stories that tell us how trivial and mean human life is. It is like hearing that our deepest wishes really are true: the world really could be different.
Excerpted from David G. Stratman, We CAN Change the World: The Real Meaning of Everyday Life (New Democracy Books, 1991). Available for $3.00 from New Democracy Books, P.O. Box 427, Boston, MA 02130.
Christmas In The Trenches
Words & Music
By 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.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,The frozen fields 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 lying with my messmate 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 singing bloody well, you know!" my partner says to me. Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony. The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more as Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and 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 coming toward us!" the front line sentry cried all sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side his truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright as he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land with neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand we shared some secret brandy and we 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 yung Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin this curious and unlikely band of men
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more whith sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war but the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night "Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
'Twas 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 forevermore
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its 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
©1984 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)