Lest we forget.
The only time I would like to have experienced the Western Front in France and Belgium would have been to have experienced the almost ethereal spiritual camaraderie of the Christmas Truce
For a very few short days in December 1914, young men both Germans and Allies climbed out of the trenches and shared football games, food, cigarettes and stories and dug graves for each others dead before returning to their respective opposing trenches.
They wrote letters home to their loved ones about the extraordinary bond of mateship, compassion and humanity towards their fellow soldier-sufferers they experienced. Letters that were intercepted by the censors andlargely confiscated. Can’t fight a war and kill the Enemy when you are sharing cigarettes and fellowship together in the miserable biting cold of No Man’s Land.
Upon threat of death the order came down the ranks that no fraternizing with the Enemy was to be tolerated. And so, 1914 was the first and only time in that crazy senseless carnage that young men from both sids met to share their misery and their Fellowship and question why the hell they were trying so hard to kill men who were so like themselves in every way.