SIDERIUS CLASSIC 100-WORD
COMPETITION, 2024
The Germans had promised a Christmas Day truce.
Could they be trusted?
Soldiers in Pickelhauben crunched across the frosty ground, hands high. Then Christmas greetings in German and English filled the air in No Man’s Land, where once bullets and shells had screamed.
Fritz approached Tommy, holding out a letter with tear-filled eyes. “Please. In England. You will post this? My wife is English…”
“I will,” promised Tommy, shaking hands with the man who, tomorrow, would again be the enemy.