The songs were moving today as we recalled another world, another time, and those that died. Yet we see through modern eyes, we do not understand, too long ago…
I was surprised to hear of the Bibles each soldier carried, how so many died with God’s love written, bound, on their chest or before their eyes.
They did not fear death as we, they were stronger, tougher. Even as a child I remember their strength. Even the weakest had faith.
I recall the story of my own grandfather at one of the Christmas Eve ceasefires, when German and British exchanged gifts and showed photos, played football and buried their dead. When the gift of Christmas overcame the manipulations of politics and greed.
(See movie “Joyous Noel”)