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The Christmas Truce

Christmastime stories all have a touch of magic in them. From spirits of Christmas past, present, and future to a real Santa Claus the light of the season becomes real through some divine spark that illuminates a life. But all of these fairy stories dim in comparison to one with a much lighter touch of providence acting only through the hearts and arms of men. And this story is also true.

The time is a century ago, near St Yves, France. The Great War has stalled into the mud as Germans and English have dug in yards apart. The men of both sides shiver as December settles deep into the trenches. Hired on as murderers, the stench of death around them, they chose instead for a few days to be something much more. For a brief moment, they even become friends.

German soldiers of the 134th Saxon Regiment and British soldiers of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment meet in no man's land, December 26, 1914.

German soldiers of the 134th Saxon Regiment and British soldiers of the Royal Warwickshire Regiment meet in no man’s land, December 26, 1914.

The Winter of 1914 was not what it was supposed to be as Europe plunged eagerly into war. Both sides expected victory by now, even though the War was only a few months old. What started as a glorious party had fallen into a cold stalemate along the Western Front, a line cutting through France. The German advance had been stopped, but not repulsed. No one knew what might come next.

As Christmas approached, the bored men started shouting at each other across the trenches. They were close enough for taunting, and usually did so eagerly. But this was Christmas. It was recounted in a letter home by Rifleman C H Brazier, Queen’s Westminsters, of Bishop’s Stortford:

You will no doubt be surprised to hear that we spent our Christmas in the trenches after all and that Christmas Day was a very happy one. On Christmas Eve the Germans entrenched opposite us began calling out to us ‘Cigarettes’, ‘Pudding’, ‘A Happy Christmas’ and ‘English – means good’, so two of our fellows climbed over the parapet of the trench and went towards the German trenches.

Half-way they were met by four Germans, who said they would not shoot on Christmas Day if we did not. They gave our fellows cigars and a bottle of wine and were given a cake and cigarettes. When they came back I went out with some more of our fellows and we were met by about 30 Germans, who seemed to be very nice fellows. I got one of them to write his name and address on a postcard as a souvenir. All through the night we sang carols to them and they sang to us and one played ‘God Save the King’ on a mouth organ.

A map of the Christmas Truce of 1914, from St Yves south.

A map of the Christmas Truce of 1914, from St Yves south.

The troops sang to each other all night, with both sides joining into “O Come All Ye Faithful” in both English and German. Along the tops of the trenches on the German side small Christmas trees came out, lit by candles, as a beacon of light and life shining over the dark mud and death.

Rifleman J. Reading, wrote to his wife that this continued along the lines on Christmas Day:

During the early part of the morning the Germans started singing and shouting, all in good English. They shouted out: “Are you the Rifle Brigade; have you a spare bottle; if so we will come half way and you come the other half.” At 4 a.m part of their Band played some Christmas carols and “God save the King”, and “Home Sweet Home.” You could guess our feelings. Later on in the day they came towards us, and our chaps went out to meet them. Of course neither of us had any rifles. I shook hands with some of them, and they gave us cigarettes and cigars. We did not fire that day, and everything was so quiet that it seemed like a dream.

A depiction of the Truce, as it passed into a terrific legend of Christmas peace,

A depiction of the Truce, as it passed into a terrific legend of Christmas peace,

There are reports that a soccer game broke out at one point and general merriment took the place of bullets and shells for one day. The good feelings continued in some places into the New Year as Winter wrapped them all together in a common quest for survival.

The truce did not last, of course, and at some point the commanders had their men shoot at each other again. The waves of bodies went over the top of the trench not in friendship but with bayonets drawn. The War was back on.

But for one brief moment there was Christmas. There was light and calm, there was life and hope. If only it could have lasted, and if only these fast friends could have resisted their commanders and kept the Christmas Truce of 1914 alive. But it was only a brief spark of the divine in a war that saw the depths of human degradation and destruction.

Though it didn’t last into 1915 the story of that magical moment can still give us all hope a century on.

13 thoughts on “The Christmas Truce

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  2. I would like to point out that Robert Sapolsky addresses the Christmas truce in one of his lectures on aggression. What is not well known is that there were other truces going on as well.
    On the soldiers’ level, it is breathtaking that such an event could occur without their officers shooting them directly. I have read about it many times, but it was never explained well in terms of process tracing.
    Let us pray (as every year) that this inspirational story would transcend into less violence in our world. We haven´t moved so much since then. Now it is just advanced warfare killing people without being actually seen. We must demand as citizens of the free world to use new technologies, such as drones, to spread aid instead of bombs.

    • Amen. But their officers were human, too. Apparently some did intervene to keep order, but not to stop the exchange of good will.
      Today’s warfare does prevent this event from happening again, and the horror at a distance is if anything more horrible. We have even more death and the soldiers commanding the drones have shown even more intense PTSD from the anonymity.
      But we do have moments, like this, in the middle of horror to show that people are still people regardless of what machine is trying to devour them in savagery.

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