andpaul
It is the morning of Christmas Day, December 25th, 1914. Young German private Hans Hofmann sits shivering in the cold trench on the French Western Front, miserable, homesick, and afraid. His only comfort is the cold rifle clenched in his hands and his fellow comrades. A bleak, devastated No Man's Land stretches between his German trench line and that of their sworn enemy, the British. At any moment, they could be ordered 'over the top' to in a deadly frontal attack. All seems hopeless this Christmas Day. Then suddenly, somewhere in the dark, cold trench, someone begins singing Silent Night.