Christmas day 1914, peaceful and still
Two forlorn figures walk in no-man’s land
Meeting each other midway on the hill
Hostilities gone with a shake of the hand

Always forced to drink from war’s poison chalice
Thinking their likes were the deadliest foes
But their eyes display no hatred or malice
Just timid affection as confidence grows

Sitting there eating chocolate, having a smoke
Showing photos of loved ones in their homeland
They’ve both learned that war is no bloody joke
But they manage to raise a smile as they stand

With a swift embrace, and eyes full of sorrow
They walk back to their lines to do battle tomorrow