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In Flanders on the Christmas morn
The trenched foemen lay,
the German and the Briton born,
And it was Christmas Day.
The red sun rose on fields accurst,
The gray fog fled away;
But neither cared to fire the first,
For it was Christmas Day!
They called from each to each across
The hideous disarray,
For terrible has been their loss:
"Oh, this is Christmas Day!"
Their rifles all they set aside,
One impulse to obey;
'Twas just the men on either side,
Just men — and Christmas Day.
They dug the graves for all their dead
And over them did pray:
And Englishmen and Germans said:
"How strange a Christmas Day!"
Between the trenches then they met,
Shook hands, and e'en did play
At games on which their hearts were set
On happy Christmas Day.
Not all the emperors and kings,
Financiers and they
Who rule us could prevent these things —
For it was Christmas Day.
Oh ye who read this truthful rime
From Flanders, kneel and say:
God speed the time when every day
Shall be as Christmas Day.
by Frederick Niven (1878-1944)
Seen it all. Done it all. Can't remember most of ..... What was I saying????
Outstanding John... I love that so much.
Thanks for posting. I just finished reading a dramatic telling of this even. It is in the book by Ken Follet, The Fall of Giants. I didn't know about this "Christmas Truce" and since the book is fiction, of course I went to the internet to read about it.
As Tyberius said... "Nothing else be said."
Cheers and thanks.
Vibrato Desperato.... Desperately seeking vibrato
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