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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402146" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Defiance Of Meaning.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fighting has died off once again, <br>They slump amid the mud<br>Wondering if their 'war effort' will be in vain, <br>Whilst staring at a recent victim's face covered in blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Witnessing comrades fall and die, <br>Some must of asked why? <br>In these fields of death, If there is any room for love and care? <br>Now that the festive season is kind of in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the 'Jerries' started to erect Christmas trees and many a lantern light, <br>Then started singing 'Silent Night'.<br>To the 'Tommies' it was a pleasant sound and different sight, <br>Even more so on that smoke filled night.<br>They respond likewise, <br>With Christmas carols that fill the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before long, batches of each entrenched side would be singing along, <br>Together in the next 'chosen' song.<br>One side would sing and the other would be cheering and clapping, <br>There seemed no stopping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shouts of 'friendship' ring out from from both opposing lines, <br>Each side making 'come over' signs.<br>Slowly but surely, men from both each side emerge from their part of each trench, <br>Out from their corridors of hell, from the blood and mud filled stench. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uneasily men with different shades of uniforms walk towards 'no man's land', <br>Both sides reaching out to hug and shake the nearest 'foes' hand.<br>Hugging and exchanging of cigarettes, chocolate, pictures, stories, jokes and seasonal cheer, <br>The thought of getting killed by one another is was no longer a fear.<br>A game of football breaks out, only 'opposing' teams, <br>No one died, no blown to smithereens! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only a few hours before, they were trying to wipe out each other, <br>But now it was love thy brother.<br>It seemed like a dream, it didn't make sense.<br>Mortal enemies, with no need for defence. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">However like most good things it come to an end, <br>The enemy friend is no longer a friend.<br>Cannon fire ends their game of football, <br>Both sides obey own high command call.<br>Every one scrambles their respective ways across the crater filled pitch, <br>Returning to their 'normal days' back to a watery ditch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So back to shooting the heads off short-lived friends, <br>Until the next night descends.<br> <br>The politicians and generals said, 'There's no room for good will in the carnage of war, '<br>Some one on that front line must of felt, why the hell not for? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If ever in history of mankind, there was a much needed pause, <br>It must have been needed in the 'great war', the so called war to 'end all wars'! <br>That unusual pause in that senseless cause, <br>Must be remembered by us all. <br>Now and for ever, and the next time we have to answer our country's call.<br>But especially by the 'war hawks, '<br>To remind them that there is some times 'room' for talks. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That interval of 'unofficial peace' showed past, present and future generations can be understood, <br>without the spilling of his blood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">DEC' 1984</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Lipmore">Guy Lipmore</a><div class=q>
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They slump amid the mud
Wondering if their 'war effort' will be in vain, 
Whilst staring at a recent victim's face covered in blood.

Witnessing comrades fall and die, 
Some must of asked why? 
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