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The following poem recounts the story of the spontaneous 1914 Christmas truce along the lines of the Western front. German and British Empire troops lay down their guns exchanged fruit cake, chocolates and cigarettes to play a 90 minute game of football. 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 een 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. MERRY CHRISTMAS...
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 09:36:30 +0000

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