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1 posted on 12/23/2012 6:42:56 PM PST by RaceBannon
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To: RaceBannon

http://rescueattempt.tripod.com/Stille_Nacht_12-23-2012.wma

My dear sister Janet,

It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts—yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve. In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn’t been through it myself, I would scarce believe it. Just imagine: While you and the family sang carols before the fire there in London, I did the same with enemy soldiers here on the battlefields of France!

As I wrote before, there has been little serious fighting of late. The first battles of the war left so many dead that both sides have held back until replacements could come from home. So we have mostly stayed in our trenches and waited.

But what a terrible waiting it has been! Knowing that any moment an artillery shell might land and explode beside us in the trench, killing or maiming several men. And in daylight not daring to lift our heads above ground, for fear of a sniper’s bullet.

And the rain—it has fallen almost daily. Of course, it collects right in our trenches, where we must bail it out with pots and pans. And with the rain has come mud—a good foot or more deep. It splatters and cakes everything, and constantly sucks at our boots. One new recruit got his feet stuck in it, and then his hands too when he tried to get out—just like in that American story of the tar baby!

Through all this, we couldn’t help feeling curious about the German soldiers across the way. After all, they faced the same dangers we did, and slogged about in the same muck. What’s more, their first trench was only 50 yards from ours. Between us lay No Man’s Land, bordered on both sides by barbed wire—yet they were close enough we sometimes heard their voices.

Of course, we hated them when they killed our friends. But other times, we joked about them and almost felt we had something in common. And now it seems they felt the same.

Just yesterday morning—Christmas Eve Day—we had our first good freeze. Cold as we were, we welcomed it, because at least the mud froze solid. Everything was tinged white with frost, while a bright sun shone over all. Perfect Christmas weather.

During the day, there was little shelling or rifle fire from either side. And as darkness fell on our Christmas Eve, the shooting stopped entirely. Our first complete silence in months! We hoped it might promise a peaceful holiday, but we didn’t count on it. We’d been told the Germans might attack and try to catch us off guard.

I went to the dugout to rest, and lying on my cot, I must have drifted asleep. All at once my friend John was shaking me awake, saying, “Come and see! See what the Germans are doing!” I grabbed my rifle, stumbled out into the trench, and stuck my head cautiously above the sandbags.

I never hope to see a stranger and more lovely sight. Clusters of tiny lights were shining all along the German line, left and right as far as the eye could see.

“What is it?” I asked in bewilderment, and John answered, “Christmas trees!”

And so it was. The Germans had placed Christmas trees in front of their trenches, lit by candle or lantern like beacons of good will.

And then we heard their voices raised in song.

Stille nacht, heilige nacht . . . .
http://www.aaronshep.com/stories/061.html


2 posted on 12/23/2012 6:43:46 PM PST by RaceBannon (When Chuck Norris goes to bed, he checks under it for Clint Eastwood!)
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To: RaceBannon

McCartney (tho I can’t stand him) did a song about this IIRC:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGXS2eDbOAk


5 posted on 12/23/2012 6:59:45 PM PST by RushIsMyTeddyBear (Great vid by ShorelineMike! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOZjJk6nbD4&feature=plcp)
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To: RaceBannon

The story of how Franz Stigler decided not to shoot down lt. Charlie Brown’s B-17 after a bombing run over Germany.
http://unnamedharald.hubpages.com/hub/About-World-War-2-The-Messerschmidt-And-The-Crippled-B-17-Flying-Fortress


10 posted on 12/23/2012 7:46:03 PM PST by MuttTheHoople (Pray for Joe Biden- Proverbs 29:9)
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To: RaceBannon

On this date, December 23, in 1944, the stormy skies that had dominated Belgium for weeks finally cleared, allowing the air corps to drop badly needed supplies to the encircled 101st airborn division at Bastogne. As one G.I. observed, “Seeing all those planes and parachutes seemed to us that we were witnessing a miracle, it was a warming and beautiful sight.”

The gritty and successful defense of this major road hub by the Screaming Eagles was completed with the arrival of elements of the 3d Army on the day after Christmas. The final offensive by the National Socialists ruling Germany was blunted and turned back. There was no truce, and little singing but it was a Christmas like no other in Bastogne.


13 posted on 12/23/2012 11:28:38 PM PST by concentric circles
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To: RaceBannon

The Farm’s song “All Together Now”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7MwXniOD44


14 posted on 12/24/2012 12:27:15 AM PST by FreeManWhoCan ( (o) (o))
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To: RaceBannon

John McCutcheon tells of the old Germans who came to hear him sing his song, "Christmas in the Trenches."

Another video of a live performance of the same song, Christmas in the Trenches - written and performed by John McCutcheon

15 posted on 12/24/2012 12:20:26 PM PST by concentric circles
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