The German trenches were only 100 yards away, so it was not surprising to hear their voices sometimes. But a piano was an astonishing sound.
“Bloody hell, Sergeant. Are the Fritzies playing Silent Night?”
“Lieutenant Lifton made a Christmas truce. Unofficial. At least for a while.”
Khaki and feldgrau uniforms gathered to the piano, incongruously glossy. The sound lifted them away, above the filth of the battlefield. At least for a while...
“Sarge, where’s Lieutenant Lifton?”
“Arrested, he was. For fraternizing with the enemy. Strictly verboten.”
“What’ll happen to him?”
“He’ll be sent home. Blimey—Now that’s a Christmas present!
“Bloody hell, Sergeant. Are the Fritzies playing Silent Night?”
“Lieutenant Lifton made a Christmas truce. Unofficial. At least for a while.”
Khaki and feldgrau uniforms gathered to the piano, incongruously glossy. The sound lifted them away, above the filth of the battlefield. At least for a while...
“Sarge, where’s Lieutenant Lifton?”
“Arrested, he was. For fraternizing with the enemy. Strictly verboten.”
“What’ll happen to him?”
“He’ll be sent home. Blimey—Now that’s a Christmas present!
