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The day the FirstWorld Wargunsfell silent has fallen into folklore but heart-rending letters from Lancashire sol diers on thejrontline reveal the poignant reality of the Christmas Day truce of1914. Mike Hill reports.
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y December 1914 three battalions ofLancashire
) soldiers were de ployed to the bat-
tlefields of France to face the German onslaught. N ic k n am ed th e .‘Old Contemptibles’.the ist Loyals and 1st and 2nd East Lanca- shires were all regular Army battalions with their regimen tal headquarters at Fulwood Barracks in Preston.. The East Lancs were based
on the west side of the bar-- racks’ square which lies be yond the imposing gate; with the Loyals housed on the east. When December 25 ar
rived, the'ist Battalion Loyal North Lancashire Regiment was out of the trenches and resting in billets at Es'sars, in northern France. These.were the soldiers
drawn mainly from Preston and considered the district’s > own regiment, while the East Lancs battalions came from Chorley, Blackburn, Burnley and Accrington. For the men of the 1st East
Lancs there was no such res pite expected. They had left for France on August 21 soon after the decla-
rationofwar and by December were dug in on the front line at Le Gheer, near Ploegsteert Wood, dubbed “Plugstreet” by the Tommies, south of Ypres. Meanwhile, the 2nd East
Lancs were in the trench es close to Neuve Chappelle which was to be the site of the first great battle of the First World War three months later. For them there was no frat
ernising with the enemy on Christmas Day.
As the regiment’s official •
history records: “Christmas. Day was spent in the trench es and was uneventful. No at tempt was made by either side to inaugurate an ‘Unofficial
Armistice’. There was a con siderable amount of singing in the German lines, but the battalion was unable to join in the concert, for no gramo phone records of the ‘Hymn of Hate’, with which it was in tended to regale the Hun, were obtainable.” • But for the soldiers on
Plugstreet the day saw a re markable display of human ity which has gone down in history. Dawn broke on December
"25 with a thick mist shrouding the battlefield but the sound
: of military-bombardment was notably absent from the morning area.
' By 10am, as the. view
cleared, sporadic truces broke out along stretches of the Western Front. One such tale was told by
the commanding officer of the 1st East Lancs, Colonel Law rence, who wrote the follow ing on Christmas Day. “This morning I went up to
the trenches and wished every man a Happy Christmas. As I was coming away, at noon, there was a sudden hurrah and rush and our men and the Germans both started run ning to one another and met halfway and shook hands. “I did not like it at first and
ordered my men back but was told they wanted a truce for the day to bury their dead. I agreed to that and, after or dering half the men to keep a smart look out in the trenches with their rifles ready, I went forward and joined the crowd. I met a Saxon who talked English well and who inter preted for me while 1 held a' court of admiring men and NCOs. “I said if they would have an
armistice on New Year’s Day we would play them at foot ball between our lines. A lot of their dead were lying about
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they thanked us for allowing them io bury. “All the German dead were
collected and buried and their Captain read a burial service over them in German and in English as many of our men were looking on. At 2pm he blew a whistle and all the Germans bolted back to their trenches. “In the afternoon at 3pm
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our doctor thought he would go and see the Germans so boldly walked down the road to their trenches and talked to them; they were very full of the football idea of mine on New Year’s Day. I said if they would like another armistice then I would turn out a team, and play them among theshell holes and they were quite keen. Happily there won’t be any obstacles like dead Ger mans lying about unless they try on another attack before then. I wonder if the game will come off. “These Saxons are the
Pictured above are the officers of the 1st Battalion East Lancashire Regiment who embarked for France on August 21,1914. Lieutenant C.E.M. Richards ispicturedinset.
same crowd we have always
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are quite young, 18 to 25. The trenches that our men went into were" up to the knee in water so they are far worse off
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than our men.” But not all of Col
L aw ren c e ’s men werethrilledbythe Christmas Truce. R e c o r d s
show Lieuten ant C.E.M. Ri* , .ch a rd s , an
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officer in 1st Battalion East Lancashire R e g im en t ,
welcomed the
. “return ofgood old sniping” late
on Christmas Day, "just to make sure that the war was still
on.”
That evening, however, Lt Richards received a signal
- from Battalion Headquarters - -quitepossiblyffomColLaw- rence - telling him to make a football pitch in No Man’s Land by filling up shell holes etc. and to challenge the en emy to a football match on Januaiyi.' Richards recalled, “I was
furious and took no action at all.”
But over time his views
mellowed. . “1 wish I had kept that sig
nal,” he wroteyears later. “Stu pidly I destroyed it, I was so angry. It would nowhave been a good souvenir.” Fellow officer Second Lieu
tenant P. H.T. Hoare recalled a rather amusing moment dur ing the ceasefire in a letter to his family. He wrote: “This has been
the most extraordinary Christmas I’ve ever had. This morning after putting wire out in the night in front of the trenches, I slept from 4 to 6 and from 7 to 8.1 had break fast. There was a thick fog this morning so we could walk about anywhere without be ing sniped at. “As we were fixing up our
trenches and putting out more wire and the fog was getting thinner, we saw the Germans doing the same and we both looked on. No shots fired. Then somehow we all came outofthe trenches andwalked to each other. It was a most ex traordinary sight. “We talked to their offic
ers, exchanged cigarettes and shook hands, they were Sax ons, and awfully nice. They buried some of their dead. They looked simply awful, it nearly did for me. They had been there a long time, luckily it was freezing, or they would have fallen to pieces. . “One of the funniest things
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companied by uncalled for bursts of machine gun and rifle fire. It looks bad for the morrow as we were hoping to have a peaceful Christmas Day.
“Old Jim gets ‘seen off’just
after 11pm by a stray bullet. What a Christmas for his wife and kiddies. Has mankind for gotten the Shepherds, the Mqji and the Child that was born in the manger because there was no room for him in the inns of Bethlehem? “At midnight firing ceased
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as if by mutual consent. As I stood on the fire step, gazing out into No Man’s Land with
ConventatLeGheer,south east cornerofPloegsteertWood.Takenby Captain E.C.Hopkinson(below),ofthe1st Battalion East Lancashire Regiment on ChristmasDay,1914,
duringtheunofficialtruce.ThetrenchintheforegroundistheBritishfrontline.
that happened was when a hare was put up and both ar mies chased it shouting and laughing.'It is odd after they havebothbeenhereforweeks fighting each other. “They looked very fit. Not
a shot has been fired since. I am writing this in our cellar which is company headquar ters. Tea is just coming. I am going to be put on machine gun in a day or two I believe. “It is much colder today
which is better, as the mud gets hard and one can keep dry. Some trenches, commu nication ones, are nearly knee deep in mud and water and one’s feet are never dry, and
generally very cold in spite o f a ll the clothes we , wear. We all look most odd cove red j with mud * and u n shaved and unwashed till we are re lieved every four days.
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trench with a
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machine gun officer I shall always be here I suppose. Everybody is sick of it all, simply long for peace. I sleep
> >- on s t r aw quite comfort able with a mac intosh-sheet and one
blanket. I must stop for tea now. I’ve had tea and am now writing this in my dugout. I go
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back to the cellar for drinks about 8 pm. No shots are be ing fired at all here. I can hear some big guns firing miles away every now and then.” Lt Hoare’s diary carries
added sadness as The History of the East Lancashire Regi ment records he was fatally injured the following month, one of2imentodiein January. The diaries of Private Ed
ward Roe, of the 1st Battalion East Lancashire Regiment, paint perhaps the most poign ant picture of the day. He wrote: “Christmas
Eve. Both sides sang Christ mas carols in their respective trenches. The carols were ac
- the point of a spare bayonet underneath my chin in case I might doze, I prayed to God (if there was a God) in his in finite goodness and mercy to end this slaughter and misery and bring peace and goodwill to all mankind. “Someone has started play
ing ‘Home Sweet Home’ on a mouth organ, away down the
trench on my right. Another fellow starts ‘Keep the Home FiresBurning’
onmyleft.They
join in the chorus - the mock ery of it all.
.'■ / “At 5am word has passed
down the trench that the Hampshires and the Ger-
-manswereout fraternising in No Man’s Land. ‘Impossible, whose leg are you pulling?’ ‘If you don’t believe me, go down and see for yourself’. And there they were, sure enough, British and German warriors in No Man’s Land, unarmed, talking to each other and ex changing souvenirs. There is a Chris t after a l l.’
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