Christmas in the Trenches
Many people have been asking me about an episode which supposedly happened during the first year of World War I where the German troops, who were in close contact with the British, got a football match organized and sang Silent Night.
Knowing the story, I included it in the video I did with John McDermott titled The Tragedy of War.
The following description appears in a booklet that comes with the CD:
“Christmas in the Trenches” sounds like something from a novel or movie, not a real event. But the song is based on a true incident on the first Christmas of World War I when soldiers from both sides gathered in no man’s land to party and gab and discover the faces and the families behind the blurs they had in their sights the rest of the year. It was called the Amazing Truce and was wondered at, even celebrated, by the public even as the generals worried about the collapse of discipline. At the heart of the song is the fact that for many veterans, respect mingles with the official hatred of the enemy.
Hereunder is the actual script, and it tells the whole story.
Intro:
Those who have not seen war at first hand often wonder if there is hatred for the enemy. War amps, having been in close combat, know the answer. It was usually a feeling of mutual respect. This was never more evident than in the famous Christmas truce early in World War One.
Christmas in the Trenches
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
From Belgium and to Flanders, Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
‘Twas Christmas in the trenches, and the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields 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 lying with my messmate 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 singing bloody well, you know!” my partner says to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in in harmony
The cannons rested silent, and the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and 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 coming toward us now!” the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, trudged unarmed into the night
Then one by one on either side walked into No Man’s Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare lit football game we gave ‘em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Tom Sanders played his squeezebox 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 wonderous night
“Whose family have I fixed within my sights?”
‘Twas Christmas in the trenches and 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 forevermore
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I’ve learned its lessons well
For 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
The late
Exactly 10 years ago today, Canadians shared in the pride that justice had finally been done for our Hong Kong veterans when our Government announced compensation of $24,000 to each surviving Far East PoW or to their widow for the forced labour they endured while prisoners of the Japanese in World War II.
There never was a finer group of men than the Amps of the Great War. Their like will not pass this way again. The recent marking of the 90th anniversary of the Armistice brings to mind these tremendous men who ignored their disabilities and braved the rigours of re-establishment.
It was costing the government a fair amount of money to keep Curley at Christie Street. Cleo went to the Director of the hospital and told him that Curly was very unhappy. She said that she could take him home and look after him, but it would mean she would be unable to do anything else. She was a scrub-woman and that’s how she earned her living. They were not wealthy people. She insisted, “I can take him home, but somehow or other, the government has got to pay some money for this.”

