Some highlights of these gifts included my new Ibanez AEL in black, £200, lots of colons and deodrants (what are they trying to say...?) countless Russian based novel (WOOP!) Gears of War 2 and Rainbow Six Vegas, along with new clothes, and a cool t-shirt of a guitar with Nirvana written on the bridge.
So yes, my christmas was fantastic. However, I believe there is a much greater tale:
On the evening of the 24th of December, 1914, noises were heard across No Mans Land towards the German Line. In the British Listening Posts and saps, they heard the distant hum of silent night, retorted by British soldiers.
The following day, men wearing Picklehelm helments emerged from the german trench, carrying a traditional christmas pine, decorated with cheap candles.
Both armies helped bury dead on no-mans land, before the participation of shaking of hands and trading of photographs. Ofcourse, the legendary story is of the football, that was brought into no-mans land, and kicked about.
The following day, British High Command, not currently intimidated by Haigh, set about motivating the troops to kill the people they had just met.
On the 27th, a Non-Commisioned Officer pulled out his pistol, and shot one German in the neck.
The war raged for 3 more years, with no such armistice ever happening again.
In the most horrible of conditions, it is still possible for humanity to shine through. Decency. If I have one New Year's Resolution, it would be to BE that humanity shown by the Lad's of the 408th Army along the lines.
Have a wonderful Christmas, and I hope you got everything you may have wanted, and or deserved.
-James.
















