The year was 1915 the day was christmas eve.
Along the western front the guns fell silent giving us, From the war, a short reprieve.

Along the front, on both sides, our thoughts were turned to home.
When amid the the silence, once filled with guns. arose a voice. a sweet rich baritone.

The melody and words he sang seemed to soar above the war.
And as he sang "O Tannenbaum" we forgot about all the blood and gore.

And when he finished "O Tannenbaum" he began to sing another song.
In german He sang silent night and in english we joined in and sang along.

Although we sang in different
tongues it was as if one voice now filled the air.
And no longer was it just a song but it had now become a prayer.

To this day i don't  know what  possessed me to climb from  trench and enter no mans land.
But i had to meet the man with the sweet rich voice. I had to shake his hand.

i made my away across no man's land. The...