There was a ceasefire. We could hear the Germans singing a Silent Night-like tune. It was astonishing. I could remember singing it at home whilst hanging up the baubles on the Christmas tree. Was it a trap? I decided to go and check despite my mates saying “Oh, you’ll be killed!”
I got up with the white flag and shouted “Hello!” Then a German soldier rose from the wretched, wet, cold trench. Clearly, they were losing the war, mentally as well as physically. We all rose, shook hands and even played a game of football. I will never forget looking into blue, German eyes. An explosion went off so I said my farewells and returned to the trench.