Christmas Day, 1914 My dear sister Janet, It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts -- yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve.
Just imagine: While you and the family sang carols before the fire there in London, I did the same with enemy sol.
In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn\'t been through it myself, I would scarce believe it.
Christmas Day, 1914 My dear sister Janet, It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts -- yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve