CCRG Editor’s Note:
The real upshot of this extraordinary Christmas event during World War I is this. That the people of the world really have no beef with each other*. It is always the misguided leaders who start the wars. Rarely do the citizens form a popular movement to demand war.
*The reality is that the vast majority of members of the military have not a clue as to why they are even fighting. The Russian military currently liberating Syria from ISIS is a glowing exception to this.
It has been said that much of recorded history is actually an unending account of how rich and powerful men conscript young and ambitious lads to fight their wars of aggression. And those wars are only about stealing land and natural resources, enslaving foreigners and controlling strategic locations.
Here the human race is 100 years later and the war-making still goes on unabated. If only those “rich and powerful men” could be deprived of their young cannon fodder. No soldiers, no war. Unfortunately, not only are they still drafting boys to do their dirty work, the U.S. war machine is now putting women into positions of direct combat duty.
The following story is both true and amazing. It touches the heart and moves the soul in a way that very few ever do. Perhaps it will one day so move humanity that war will become history … and only past HIStory.
Cosmic Convergence Research Group
By George Dvorsky
It was 101 years ago this very night that something miraculous happened along the Western Front. After months of bitter fighting, soldiers on both sides gathered in no-man’s-land in a spontaneous show of peace and goodwill. Here’s what happened on that historic day — and why it marked the end of an era.
In December 1914, the war was entering into a new phase: an extended siege fought along static trenches stretching along a 750 km (466 mile) front. During the previous four months, soldiers were killed at a horrendous pace, and with no end of the war in sight. But during Christmas, things suddenly became quiet — at least for a little while.
‘We No Shoot!’
The night before Christmas, a British captain serving at Rue du Bois heard a foreign accent from across the divide saying, “Do not shoot after 12 o’clock and we will not do so either,” and then: “If you English come out and talk to us, we won’t fire.”
Commonwealth troops fighting in Belgium and France started to hear odd sounds drifting from across no-man’s land; German soldiers were singing Christmas carols like “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht” (“Silent Night, Holy Night”). Allied troops applauded and cheered, shouting out for more. Soldiers on both sides began to sing in unison, trading verses in alternating languages.
Writing in his diary at the time, Regimental Sergeant Major George Beck made this note:
Germans shout over to us and ask us to play them at football, and also not to fire and they would do likewise. At 2am (25th) a German Band went along their trenches playing “Home Sweet Home” and “God Save the King” which sounded grand and made everyone think of home.
The next day, some soldiers dared to poke their heads up to look across no-man’s land. Bits of evergreen could be seen in observance of the occasion. Some Germans, in an effort to prompt a temporary peace, hoisted lanterns above the trenches while calling out to the British. If no shots were fired, it was taken as a sign of truce. At one point, a German was heard calling out, “We good! We no shoot!”
The Troglodytes Come Out
Then, very cautiously and with great courage, unarmed German and Allied soldiers climbed out of their trenches to stand atop their defenses. Near Neuve Chapelle, an Irish soldier brazenly walked across no-man’s-land where he was greeted not with machine gun fire, but with a cigar. His act of bravery inspired others in his troop to do the same. Similar scenes were repeated elsewhere as soldiers walked towards each others trench, or to simply meet half-way.
And when they met, the servicemen exchanged Christmas greetings as best they could. They began to give each other gifts in the form of mementos, cigarettes, and foodstuffs like bully beef, wine, cognac, black bread, biscuits, ham, and even barrels of beer. They showed each other photographs of family and loved ones back home. Some soldiers even started to play soccer with makeshift soccer balls.
A reenactment of the 1914 Christmas Truce produced by Sainsbury in partnership with the Royal British Legion.
Remarkably, similar scenes occurred at dozens of distinct points from the North Sea to the Swiss border.
Colonel George Laurie’s brigade headquarters, after learning what was going on, sent him a cable. Peter Murtagh from Irish Times writes:
Brigade HQ cabled him: “It is thought possible that enemy may be contemplating an attack during Xmas or New Year. Special vigilance will be maintained during this period.”
Nonetheless, Col Laurie…gave orders not to fire on the enemy the following day, unless they fired first. At 8.30pm on Christmas Eve, he signalled brigade HQ: “Germans have illuminated their trenches, are singing songs and are wishing us a Happy Xmas. Compliments are being exchanged but am nevertheless taking all military precautions.” No shots had been fired since 8pm, he added.
Col Laurie went on to describe how soldiers from both sides were mingling. The Germans, he wrote, were “fine men, clean and well clothed. They gave us a cap and helmet badge and a box of cigars. One of them states the war would be over in three weeks as they had defeated Russia!”
Brigade HQ replied at 12.35am – Christmas Day – saying: “No communication of any sort is to be held with the enemy, nor is he to be allowed to approach our trenches under penalty of fire being opened.”
Colonel Laurie later reminisced, “You have no idea how pleasant everything seems with no rifle bullets or shells flying about.” And writing in his diary, Lt. Kurt Zehmisch of the 134th Saxony regiment wrote that, “Not a shot was fired.”
“British and German Soldiers Arm-in-Arm Exchanging Headgear: A Christmas Truce between Opposing Trenches,” taken from from the Illustrated London News of January 9, 1915 (A. C. Michael – The Guardian/CC)
After the event, soldiers were eager to share their accounts with loved ones back home. As Rob Hughes of the New York Times writes:
Henry Williamson, then a 19-year-old private in the London Rifle Brigade who survived the war to become an author, sent a letter from the front to his mother. “In my mouth,” he wrote, “is a pipe presented by the Princess Mary. In the pipe is German tobacco. Ha ha, you say, from a prisoner or found in a captured trench, Oh dear, no! From a German soldier. Yes a live German soldier from his own trench. Marvelous, isn’t it?”
The truce also allowed the troops from both sides to collect and bury their dead, which was no small matter. Fewer things were more jarring to a serviceman than knowing that the remains of fallen comrades were still out in the open.
Pockets of Resistance
But the truce was not honored everywhere.
In an incident that only recently came to light, three soldiers — two British and one German — were killed despite the temporary peace. Contrary to most accounts, it was not quiet and calm in all sectors along the front line separating Allied troops from the Germans. At least 250 servicemen died on Christmas Day, including 149 Commonwealth soldiers, though the majority of them succumbed to previously-inflicted wounds.
In the case of the three dead soldiers, it all started at dawn when servicemen in the professional British Guards Brigade shot a German lantern as it was being hoisted — a statement of refusal to recognize the proposed truce. As quoted inThe Telegraph, Corporal Clifford Lane of H Company Hertfordshire regiment recalled the incident:
There was a great deal of commotion going on in the German front line 150 yards away. After a few moments there were lighted objects raised above the German parapet, looking like Chinese lanterns to us. The Germans were shouting over to our trench. We were ordered to open rapid fire which we did. The Germans did not reply to our fire and carried on with their celebrations. They ignored us and were having a very fine time indeed and we continued in our wet trenches trying to make the most of it. They did make overtures but the Guards Brigade had the highest discipline in the army and you couldn’t expect them to fraternise at all and that is why we were ordered to open fire. Apparently regular troops did respond to their overtures and engaged in this truce. I greatly regretted it afterwards because it would have been a good experience.
So, with some stretches of the front in a state of temporary truce and others not, soldiers were placed in great peril. In Lane’s sector, a German sniper shot Private Percy Huggins who was serving sentry duty at a forward listening post a mere 20 yards from the enemy’s position. In retaliation, Sergeant Tom Gregory assumed his position, managed to locate the sniper, and took him out. A few moments later, while searching for more snipers, he himself was shot and killed by a second German marksman.
Interestingly, the event inspired the British to “study the art of sniping,” who soon after added the “tactics of the hunter” to the science of shooting.
The Last Gasp Of A Dying Era
Such was the Christmas Truce of 1914. In some places, it continued for more than a day. But the generals, when they learned of it, made sure it would never happen again. And despite sporadic attempts in later years, it never really did.
Back to business. A German artillery barrage at Ypres.
A century later, it’s easy to dismiss all the remembrances and tributes as being overly sentimental and maudlin. What’s often forgotten, however, is what the temporary peace represented in the larger scheme of things. There’s a very good reason why a truce never happened again in this war and in subsequent wars — and much of it had to do with the changing nature of military strategy, the changing role of soldiers and how they engaged with the enemy, and the high stakes involved for industrialized nations embroiled in a war without compromise. Moving forward, politicians and military leaders could no longer tolerate such fraternizing in consideration of mass armies existing in an age of revolutionary fervor. It suddenly became an issue of control.
The Christmas Truce of 1914 can also be seen as the last gasp of the romantic 19th Century, the final gesture of an era that featured “gentlemanly” soldiering and gallant heroes who could confront their adversaries face-to-face. Professional soldiers in WWI were replaced by recruits with no sense of military tradition. Battlefields, like the factories back home, had turned into industrialized workplaces.
Wars were no longer defined by movement and decisive battles. Instead, it became a battle of attrition where armies of millions would be pitted against other armies of millions. Meanwhile, the multitudes back home rallied the home front to provide material support with their industrial might.
Finally, the soldiers hadn’t really learned to hate each other. Many of them saw themselves as pawns in a game they didn’t understand, fighting against an enemy for reasons that weren’t immediately obvious. An article at CBS News puts it well:
This was Christmas 1914, just a few months after the outbreak of hostilities. A lot of these troops were green, not yet bloodied by the horrors to come.
At the Imperial War Museum in London, historians like Alan Wakefield say the bitterness and hatred had not yet taken hold.
“The war hadn’t got that sort of, as you say, dirty at that stage,” said Wakefield. “It’s really 1915 that things like poison gas comes along. Zeppelin airships are bombing London, Germans sink the liner Lusitania with civilian casualties. And the propaganda machine hasn’t really fed on that and actually created those sort of hatreds between the two forces.”
Indeed, war started to become a vengeful and highly impersonal activity. And unlike the Second World War, in which ideological motivations were evident to nearly everyone, the Great War was for many a strange, wasteful, and senseless conflict.
The onset of the First World War marked the true beginning of a new era, but it was the Christmas Truce of 1914 that most certainly drew the final curtain on a dying age.