A Canticle for Advent: In Two Tongues One Song

Armistice Day football match at Dale Barracks between german soldiers and Royal Welsh fusiliers to remember the famous Christmas Day truce between germany and Britain
Armistice Day football match at Dale Barracks between German soldiers and Royal Welsh fusiliers to remember the famous Christmas Day truce between Germany and Britain
German and British soldiers together on Christmas Day 1914
German and British soldiers together on Christmas Day 1914

My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here,
I fought for King and country I love dear.
It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung.
Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
their brave and glorious lads so far away.
I was lyin’ with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground
when across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound.
Says I “Now listen up me boys”, each soldier strained to hear
as one young German voice sang out so clear.
“He’s singin’ bloody well you know”, my partner says to me.
Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony.
The cannons rested silent. The gas cloud rolled no more
as Christmas brought us respite from the war.
As soon as they were finished a reverent pause was spent.
‘God rest ye merry, gentlemen’ struck up some lads from Kent.
The next they sang was ‘Stille Nacht”. “Tis ‘Silent Night'” says I
and in two tongues one song filled up that sky.
“There’s someone comin’ towards us” the front-line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright
as he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night.
Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land
with neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand.
We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well
and in a flare-lit soccer game we gave ’em hell.
We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photographs from home
these sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin
this curious and unlikely band of men.
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more.
With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war.
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
“whose family have I fixed within my sights?”
It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
For the walls they’d kept between us to exact the work of war
had been crumbled and were gone for ever more.
My name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell.
Each Christmas come since World War One I’ve learned it’s lessons well.
That the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame
and on each end of the rifle we’re the same.

— John McCutcheon “Christmas in the trenches”

Five months into WWI, on Christmas Eve 1914, the soldiers in the trenches of France declared an unofficial and spontaneous ceasefire after the German soldiers shared chocolate cake from home with the British soldiers, who responded in kind with tobacco and beer. According to eye witness accounts, they joined together in singing Christmas carols, exchanging gifts, and playing a game of impromptu soccer between the trenches in “no man’s land”. The high command was upset and tried to prevent this social exchange but to no avail. The truce lasted for at least one day along parts of the front, and longer in others.

What strikes me about this story and how it resonates with us is how similar the beliefs and upbringing were for those European soldiers in WWI and how easily they could find common ground. Would the soldiers on either side of gun sights have found this commonality in the Iraq war or in Afghanistan? Given the cultural and religious gulf that divides us, this is unlikely.

Still, there is inspiration in the sweet thought of “Stille Nacht” and “Silent Night” being sung by sons of different mothers, all children of the same Father in heaven, only hours before trying to kill each other. The WWI memorials we saw even in small towns while in the UK earlier this year listed so many names from even the small towns.

What sadness to think it took so many lost lives to resolve this war years later despite a shared faith.

3 thoughts on “A Canticle for Advent: In Two Tongues One Song

  1. Thank you so much for these Advent posts! I look forward to them every day and it is good to be reminded again and again of the Truth of Christmas. God bless you and your family tthis Advent season.


  2. Thank you for reminding us about the factual story of the WW I Christmas truce. My father told us many times about a Christmas during WW II when the Austrian-American opera star, Madam Schumann-Heink, sang “Stille Nacht” over the radio. At the time, she had two sons serving in the war – one on the American side and one on the German side. Imagine the heartbreak that must have been for her.

    John McCutcheon’s comments about the 1918 Christmas truce is poignant, made more so because it actually happened and was not the product of a movie screen writer. The last three sentences really got to me. I thought to myself, ‘Well, things have not changed one iota, have they?” We still have mostly aging presidents, congressmen and senators who have never served their country as a combatant nor ‘smelled powder’ sending our precious young people off to fight a war somewhere in the world. We never know the ‘why’ of the decision because we really do not hear the truth. A recent case in point is our elected president, George W. Bush, shirking his duty (unofficially AWOL) while ‘fulfilling’ his Reserve duty!.


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