Sunday, January 01, 2006

A favorite Christmas Story, a bit late

One of my favorite bits of history is the Christmas truce in 1914, when German and English soldiers climbed out of their trenches and met in no-man's land. The soldiers exchanged cigarettes, candy, and goodwill.

There's been at least one song written about it:
Christmas in The Trenches
Words & Music by John McCutcheonc. 1984 John McCutcheon / Appalsong
"This song is based on a true story from the front lines of World War I France that I've heard many times. According to a recent source, Ian Calhoun, a Scot, was the commanding officer of the British forces involved in the story. He was subsequently court-martialed for 'consorting with the enemy' and sentenced to death. Only George V spared him from that fate." -- John McCutcheon

My name is Francis Toliver, 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 an 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
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
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from
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 towards us!" the front line sentry
cried. All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone 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 wished each other well
And in a flare lit soccer game we gave 'em hell.

We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
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
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous 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
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore.

My name is Francis Toliver, 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.

May this new year bring true peace to all of God's children everywhere--regardless of the name by which they call him.


Anonymous said...

I've heard people describe the Christmas truce as some sort of miracle. Something extraordinary.

I don't.

The extraordinary thing for me is that they resumed fighting a few hours later.

shannon said...

One of my favorite sentimental holiday tunes is The Gift by Garth Brooks. Reading it is ok, but to appreciate it, you really need to hear it!

Joanne said...

Okay, Mac, now I have to wipe more tears. That is beautiful...and sad. Happy New Year, Mac!

Anonymous said...

Wonderful story, Mac. I loved it. I really touched my heart.

Mac said...

Jason, amen.

Leap b4--there are so many terrific holiday songs. :)

Aww, Joanne. Yeah, it's a story that gets me every time, too.

Sean, welcome! Nice to see you here.