#fraternisation

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Le réveil des combattants (numéro 907) édité par l'ARAC portant sur la fraternisation.

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The crossing back was a rocky one. Or rather precisely not a rocky one. They all got very seasick. So seasick in fact crossing the channel again was ruled out during world war two. This is how my grandmother tells it. How my mother tells it is that her father did not want to flee. It meant losing everything but the soldiers came put gasoline in their car and told them they had to go. So they went. My grandmother Madeleine a bit older by then but still young, my grandfather Joseph , my mother Anne Marie nicknamed Anny remnant of her mother's english experience no doubt with her brothers and sister Henri, Odette, Etienne, Antoine. All six of them in the car. It was a long slow line through the fields. Most people were on foot. From Leuven to France. The line was very regularly shot at by airplanes. And then they had to run away from the road into the fields spread out and hide. Once they had to get out so fast they weren't able to get the two youngest brother's out in time and had to watch the bullets come down knowing they were still in the car. My mother does not go walking in fields. They saw Dunkerque burn.. Arrived in Normandy. Stayed in the abandoned houses. Those that fled left everything open. There were such beautiful toys in those houses my mother says. Everything was left beautifully ordered but we did not touch anything. We did not dare touch anything. We never played with those oh so beautiful toys. And they arrived too late Belgium and France had fallen. They turned back. When I think of World War One I think of an article I read as a child in a weekly magazine we devoured religiously and eagerly about history science mythology philosophy literature all sorts of things I know it should sound boring and my brother and I two goody two shoes for reading it but it wasn't and we weren't it was fascinating and wonderful and I looked to no avail for something similar when my son was young that talked about how on the first christmas day of world war one a soccer match was played on no man's land between german soldier's and the allies. I still remember the drawings that went with the article. Dark greens, soldier's helmets. No soccer/football in sight. I have told my son this story and now I looked it up. Christmas. No Man's Land. Football. World War One. Wikipedia has an entire entry about it. Read it. There's a youtube song about it. A documentary. A playlist with videos. Watch and Weep. Some tell you it is a one time miracle called The Christmas Truce. A fluke. At best inspired by The Christmas Idea abandoned the day after by soldier's impossibly naive who didn't know just how awful the enemy would turn out to be in the future ahead when is a future not ahead? and indeed this is also how I remember reading it as a child. I am now happy to report that wikipedia tells it differently. Go read it. In fact it should be required reading For All People Everywhere. FOPE. Not only was it not a one time thing. It happened all the time everywhere. In all sorts of wars. In fact so much so it is considered treason and all sorts of measures are taken to prevent it by the big guns calling the shots in their offices who to their dismay observe that humans will fraternize and discover each other's humanity and the stupidity of war if left in common proximity too long. Sow hate and love will spring eternal. Otherwise known as Romeo oh Romeo where art thou my Romeo. Now go read this article. TWT. The Whole Thing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_truce DId I mention I am named after a german friend of my mother who years and years after the war was over lived next door to my newly married mother and father?

Cops are being warned not to flirt, drink or carouse. Damon Runyon smirks.