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No Man's Land
By December all thoughts of the quick victory
had gone
to where the faded live.
News of deaths traveled, details dissolving
in the air. Only the injured not letting go
of the festering images.
One Christmas Eve, something astonishing
began with men singing carols
in an area known as No Man's Land
on the Western Front when Allied
and German soldiers' voices met in song,
as they exchanged whiskey and cigars,
the war on hold until the next day when fierce
orders came from the higher ups, who never again
allowed a night like this to happen. |
