It is not three hours into December and yet I'm putting up my Christmas fic. To be fair, though, this has been lying around for a while, and I thought I'd incorporate it into the fic.
The main cast (more then just Nicktoons, this time!) will appear in the next chapter. Sorry about that.
A Christmas Fic by E350
24th December, 1914
The Western Front
"You see anything, Bob?"
"A bit of activity, Jim," replied Bob, peering through the trench mirror, "Doesn't look military, though. Seems like Jerry's content to leave be tonight."
"Good, I was hoping for a quiet Christmas," nodded Jim, brushing snow from his sleeve, "Good night, mate. Have a good watch."
"Yeah," sniffed Bob, rolling his eyes, "I'll try."
He went back to looking through the trench mirror. The German trench was lit up, which seemed a bit odd to him. Why would they put such light out? A good sniper could easily shoot them out in the light.
Then, he heard a peculiar sound drifting from the enemy trench.
"Oi, Jim!" he called.
The other man had been about to crawl back into his dugout. Groaning, he walked back.
"Bloody hell, Bob, I want to go to sleep…"
He paused as the strange sound was blown to him on the wind.
"Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht, Alles schläft; einsam wacht…"
"…what the bleeding hell?" quizzed Jim.
"Sounds like Silent Night," mused Bob.
"Can't be," snapped Jim, "It's in German."
Bob passed Jim a rather unimpressed look.
"Shut up and listen, Jim."
"Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh! Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!"
"…hmm, might well be Silent Night, eh Bob?" shrugged Jim, "Bob?"
Bob wasn't listening.
"Silent night, holy night,
Shepherds quake at the sight…"
"Durch der Engel Halleluja,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah…"
"Christ the Saviour is born…"
"Christ, der Retter ist da…"
"Bob?" exclaimed Jim, "What are you doing? They're the enemy!"
His voice, however, was drowned out as a handful of men emerged from their dugouts, singing.
"Silent night, holy night,
Son of God, love's pure light…"
"Lieb' aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund…"
"Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth…"
"Christ, in deiner Geburt…"
By the end, even Jim had joined in.
At the end of the song, a tall German leaned out of the trench, no regard for cover or enemy fire.
"No fire, Tommy!" he called, in broken English, "Truce for Christmas, ja?"
"We'll need to call an officer for that," a soldier muttered.
"No we don't!" retorted another, "It's Christmas! Stuff the bloody officers!"
"What do you think, Corp?" asked a third soldier, looking at Bob, "You're ranking. What do we do?"
Bob looked at his men, and then at the Germans, who were walking out of their trenches into No Man's Land.
"Go get the Sarge, Bob," said Jim, "We could catch Jerry in the open…"
Bob made up his mind, and heaved himself out of the trench, walking without his rifle to the Germans.
"He's out of his mind," sighed Jim.
He was ignored by the two men that followed Bob, and the four men that followed them. Before long, scores of British and German troops were in No Man's Land – not shooting or fighting, but exchanging words and small gifts.
The 1914 Christmas Truce was the only one of its kind in the First World War and it was harshly punished by British and German commanders. Nevertheless, it was fondly remembered by those who took part.
As the years went by, those involved died, one by one. Little titbits would survive, here and there – an old cigarette case, perhaps, or maybe a watch.
Yes, maybe a watch…
This particular event is fictional, but the spontanious Christmas Truce is 100% true.