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Eugenia 2022-03-24 09:03:07
Merry Christmas
During the First World War, the war was stalemate and cruel, and people of different classes were constantly involved in the whirlpool of war, hovering on the brink of death. Finally, Christmas Eve comes. The German, French and Scottish military camps declared a truce on Christmas Eve, pledging to...
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Eloy 2022-01-14 08:01:40
Warmth on the battlefield
When the soldiers came out to celebrate Christmas, the audience laughed. This is not something that soldiers should do. They did it, so the audience laughed. But this is what one should do—of course, the festive season must be celebrated. Every holiday season, you miss your relatives, let alone a...
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[addressing a group of young men sent to replace the fraternizing Scottish soldiers]
Bishop: Christ our Lord said, "Think not that I come to bring peace on earth. I come not to bring peace, but a sword." The Gospel according to St. Matthew. Well, my brethren, the sword of the Lord is in your hands. You are the very defenders of civilization itself. The forces of good against the forces of evil. For this war is indeed a crusade! A holy war to save the freedom of the world. In truth I tell you: the Germans do not act like us, neither do they think like us, for they are not, like us, children of God. Are those who shell cities populated only by civilians the children of God? Are those who advanced armed hiding behind women and children the children of God? With God's help, you must kill the Germans, good or bad, young or old. Kill every one of them so that it won't have to be done again. The Lord be with you.
All: And also with you.
Bishop: May God Almighty bless you. The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost. Amen.
All: Amen.
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[first lines]
Enfant francais: Child, upon these maps do heed This black stain to be effaced Omitting it, you would proceed Yet better it in red to trace Later, whatever may come to pass Promise there to go you must To fetch the children of Alsace Reaching out their arms to us May in our fondest France Hope's green saplings to branch And in you, dear child, flower Grow, grow, France awaits its hour.
Enfant anglais: To rid the map of every trace Of Germany and of the Hun We must exterminate that race We must not leave a single one Heed not their children's cries Best slay all now, the women, too Or else someday again they'll rise Which if they're dead, they cannot do.
Enfant allemand: We have one and only enemy Who digs the grave of Germany Its heart replete with hatred, gall and envy We have one and only enemy The villain raises its murderous hand Its name, you know, is England.
