The Christmas Truce of 1914
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Broken bodies lie all around
The stench of death in the air
Comrades huddle to think of home
Quiet on the Western Front, so rare
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Cigars and whiskey, carols sung
For a time, atrocious acts cease
Tentative handshakes by the foes
As war breaks into peace
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Fritz and Tommy in No Man’s Land
Only a language barrier in between
With dignity their fallen lain to rest
The Christmas Truce of 1914
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A football appears and two teams form
The beautiful game incongruously played
For many, their last taste of fun
In the morning, the goodwill fades
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