Juleaften tilbragte vi i skyttegraven og istemte, stående i mudderet, julesange, som imidlertid blev overdøvet af englænderne med maskingeværer.
Nu har vi snart jul, men under andre forhold som vi har måttet fejre den i de sidste år. I år glæder jeg mig rigtig, det skal nok blive rigtig hyggelig.
Dér, ovre fra fjenden, er der en jublen, en kraftig sang, tydeligt hørbar i den frostklare luft. Og en balalajka understreger sangen med sine fine klange. "En panje ruski synger".
Somewhere in France, Dec. 27, 1917, from Corporal Ordert L. Wendell, Co. A, 103rd Machine Gun Battalion, 52 Brigade, 26th Division, American Expeditionary Forces
I received the box of cigars you sent me just after Thanksgiving. They were certainly great and just the kind I like best, and I enjoyed them very much. I received one letter from you and one from Dide about two weeks ago. Christmas day I received a box with towels, face cloths, handkerchiefs, apples, cigars and the other things that you put in it. It was certainly a dandy box and all the apples except one was as perfect as the day they were picked.
All the mail comes in bunches, but we are glad to get it when it comes. What do they say about the war over there?
We had a wonderful Thanksgiving here, and a most wonderful Christmas. We had sports in the morning and a football game. We had a fine turkey dinner with all the fixings. In the afternoon we went over to the Y.M.C.A. Hut, which we had for our company exclusively from three to five thirty in the afternoon. We had songs, comedians, speeches, piano solos and a hypnotist who was very good. We spend the afternoon in laughter, and if a stranger had stopped in, who knew nothing about the war, he would never have known there was a war.
It is pretty cold here now, and everything is covered in snow. We are all O.K. though and don't mind it a bit. We all have nice ruddy complexions and are getting hardened to the job and all look healthier and stronger than ever.
I read in a French paper where a French fellow by the name of Leo Benoit, who is in the Lafayette Escadrille for aviators, fell with his plane, but within the French lines and broke both his legs. It said that he was from Attleboro.
P.S. Did you notice that I have been made Corporal now?
Mellem skyttegravene står de mest forhadte og bitre modstandere omkring et juletræ og synger julesange.
Pornografi på Østfronten
Pludselig hørte vi larmen fra maskiner i himlen: Tyske transportfly, der var på vej med julegaver til tyskerne.