Christmas Truce an enduring miracle
Remarkable ceasefire on wintry night in WWI a triumph of goodwill
On a frosty, starlit night, a miracle took place. In 1914, a melody drifted over the darkness of No Man’s Land. First O, Holy Night, then God Save the King. Peeking over their trenches for perhaps the first time in weeks, British soldiers were surprised to see Christmas trees lit with candles on the parapets of the enemy’s trenches. Then a shout: “You no shoot, we no shoot!”
The Christmas Truce was a brief, spontaneous ceasefire that spread up and down the western front of World War I. It’s also a symbol of the peace on earth and goodwill toward humans so often lacking not just on the battlefront but in our everyday lives.
In that spirit, the National World War I Museum and Memorial in Kansas City has published an online gallery of hundreds of accounts of such Christmas truces — letters home from soldiers that were published in British papers.
A sampling of these letters shows the variety and wonder of the Christmas Truce: “This has been the most wonderful Christmas I have ever struck. We were in the trenches on Christmas Eve, and about 8.30 the firing was almost at a stand still. Then the Germans started shouting across to us, “a happy Christmas” and commenced putting up lots of Christmas trees . . . on the parapets of their trenches.” —
Cpl. Leon Harris, 13th (Kensington) Battalion London Regiment
“At 2am on Christmas morning a German band played a couple of German tunes and then ‘Home, Sweet Home’ very touchingly which made some fellows think a bit. After they played ‘God Save The King’ and we all cheered.” —
Pvt. H. Dixon, Royal Warwickshire Regiment
“We would sing a song or a carol first and then they would sing one and I tell you they can harmonise all right.” —
Pvt. G. Layton, A Company, 1st Royal Warwickshire Regiment of the British Expeditionary Force
“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’ The exhibition of the works of Banksy, the mysterious street artist who has overwhelmed the world, will be coming to Auckland this summer. This extraordinary collection of around 80 original pieces by one of the most intriguing and talked-about artists in modern history. Book Banksy tickets online at www.ticketmaster.co.nz Herald subscribers enter now at www.nzherald.co.nz/subbenefit on a mouth organ.” —
Rifleman C.H. Brazier, Queen’s Westminsters of Bishops Stortford
“We soon came up to them. About 30 could speak English. One fellow wanted a letter posted to his sweetheart in London.” —
Gunner Masterton
“Between the trenches there were a lot of dead Germans whom we helped to bury. In one place where the trenches are only 25 yards apart we could see dead Germans half-buried, their legs and gloved hands sticking out of the ground. The trenches in this position are so close that they are called ‘The Death Trap’.” —
A junior officer
“We were out of the trenches along with the Germans, some of whom had a song and dance, while two of our platoons had a game of football. It was surprising to see the German soldiers — some appeared old, others were boys, and others wore glasses . . . A number of our fellows have got addresses from the Germans and are going to try and meet one another after the war.”
— Pvt. Farnden, Rifle Brigade
“You said I should probably hardly know it was Christmas Day, but far from it; we had a most extraordinary day . . . Lots of English and Germans met between the two lines and had talks . . . there were bicycle races on bikes without tyres found in the ruins of the house.” — “I daresay you will be surprised at me writing a letter on such paper as this, but you will be more surprised when I tell you that it contained cake given to one of our men by a German officer on Christmas Day, and that I was given some of it . . . We were able to bury our dead, some of whom had been lying there for six weeks or more. We are still on speaking terms with them, so that we have not fired a shot at them up to now (Dec. 29), neither have they, so that the snipers on each side have had a rest.”
— Pvt. Alfred Smith, 1st Battalion Royal Warwickshire Regiment
“Here we were, enemy talking to enemy. They like ourselves with mothers, with sweethearts, with wives waiting to welcome us home again. And to think within a few hours we shall be firing at each other again.”
— Masterson A British officer