25th Dec 1917
Dearest Diary,
It is Christmas day and the most peculiar atmosphere has surrounded us – everyone has come together in harmony and unity to celebrate this occasion. What is usually No-Man’s Land has been entered by both sides and some soldiers are even exchanging food from their ration packs. There is an aura of peace and unity and it feels wonderful. I just wish I was celebrating with my family instead. It is noon – my children will have opened their presents – I wonder what Valerie bought for them this year? I know they won’t have gotten much as money is extremely tight. I hope they have enough to eat. Maybe the neighbours will all come together and have a feast? I do hope so. Dearest Diary, I have a hunch that this will be my last Christmas here – my comrades tell me that the Germans are retreating in other parts of the world. Mind you, this could just be hearsay – a fantasy of young soldiers wishing they were home with their families, just as I wish I were back with mine. I am grateful to you, Diary, for being here for me when I need someone to listen. You are the only one I can tell my worries and fears to without feeling like I am a burden. Everyone here has their own crosses to bear and I do not want to overwhelm anyone else with my silly musings. Dearest Diary, I must depart again, for I want to wish my friendly foes a Merry Christmas. Goodbye.
