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The Quiet Between the Lines — the Western Front, 1914

A frontline trench on the Western Front, Christmas Eve of the first winter of the war

December 24, 1914 — five months into a war everyone was told would end by Christmas, the armies dug into facing trenches across a narrow strip of frozen, cratered mud, and on this one night, along stretches of the line, the guns fall silent and singing carries across the dark

Singing where there had only ever been guns. This breach reads the YOUNG SOLDIER IN THE TRENCH on the first Christmas of the war: dug into the frozen mud across a narrow strip of broken ground from an enemy you have never seen, expecting nothing — and then a carol lifts from the far parapet, and small lights come up along it, and a voice you cannot understand is singing a tune you somehow know. The witness stays in the periphery of the trench; nothing of the war's harm is shown, only the hush of it, the cold and the waiting held gently at the edge. The fragment is the subject's own: the sound of familiar singing arriving out of the dark from strangers, the impossible ordinary tenderness of it — and the memory beneath it of a night someone unexpected reached across a distance and the hard thing between you went quiet for a while.

From the record

by December 1914 the war on the Western Front had settled into facing lines of trenches separated by a narrow strip of open ground
on Christmas Eve, along parts of the line, soldiers in the German trenches began singing carols and setting small candles and lights along their parapets
soldiers in the opposing trenches heard the singing carry across and in places answered with carols of their own
greetings and messages were called across the ground, and in some sectors the two sides met unarmed in the open on Christmas Day
the pause held only in stretches of the line and only for a short time, an unofficial quiet that spread by no order from above

The era door

a plank door braced with sandbags, the wood swollen and dark with damp, an iron latch cold enough to sting a bare hand

THE WESTERN FRONT — CHRISTMAS EVE 1914

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