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Post by slb2 on Dec 20, 2006 2:21:42 GMT -5
Oh, yeah. And I'm playing my fiddle as back up. Don't I sound nice and inane, now? ;D
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Post by mike on Dec 20, 2006 2:24:15 GMT -5
Oh, Yeah! Sounds great!
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Post by mike on Dec 20, 2006 2:26:25 GMT -5
If I didn't have to go meet Emi in town (hot date!) I'd write an inane poem.
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Post by booklady on Dec 20, 2006 11:16:12 GMT -5
Here is my offering. It's a metaphor. "World War I Christmas Peace"
During World War I on Christmas Day in 1915, the Germans set aside their rifles and walked into the no man's land territory. They carried food and began to sing Christmas carols.
In absolute shock, the British soldiers recognized the tunes of the familiar carols. They began to sing with them. The men sang the carols together in both German and English. They ate and sang together until their officers eventually split them up and refused to allow them to fraternize with the enemy.Please....let's fraternize not shoot. Sing. Come on. Sing. I heard the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men. And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will to men. Till ringing, singing on its way The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bowed my head “There is no peace on earth,” I said, “For hate is strong and mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men.” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail With peace on earth, good will to men.”
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Post by brutus on Dec 20, 2006 13:30:31 GMT -5
You're referring to the Christmas Truce of 1915. I have made a habit of reading that story at least once during the Holiday Season. Never fails to create a strange dampness around the corners of my eyes. I just have to think of how hard it was for men....no...boys...to go back to shooting back at other boys who, just hours before, had shared in the impromptu festivities. Must have been heartbreaking. They shoulda fragged a few officers instead. ~B~
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Post by booklady on Dec 20, 2006 13:33:37 GMT -5
B-man, you are posting so seldom these days, it puts a smile on my face when I see your name in the "last post" column.
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