As my Shattered Crowns trilogy nears its conclusion with the forthcoming
book The Betrayal, I am struck by the fact that, in the midst of all the horror,
deceit, myths and downright evil of the First World War, there are countless
stories of humanity at its finest and most natural. Apart from the well-known
story of the football match between British and German troops in No-Man’s-Land
at Christmas 1914, there are accounts of French soldiers, lured by the smell of
cooking, sneaking into the German trenches to share supper with the ‘enemy’,
and German soldiers throwing notes, wrapped around stones, into the British
trenches to warn them when the next bombardment was about to begin. There is
also the story of the young English soldier who, following an offensive, found
the dead body of young German who looked very like him, and, when he went
through the pockets of the dead man, he found letters and photos of his family
and fiancée, and realised at once how similar their lives were. From then on,
amazingly, that machine-gunner continued to 'play at soldiers' until the end of
the war but never killed another German because he always ensured that his gun
was aimed at an empty space.
Today I discovered something else, too. My grandfather, who at the age of
18 was a soldier in a Lancashire regiment, was wounded (I think!) and taken
prisoner by the Germans. He had great respect for his captors and said that they
had twice saved his life. Firstly when he was captured and secondly when, as a
prisoner-of-war, he was sent work in a salt mine and was involved in a
potentially fatal accident. He was well cared for in a hospital and shown great
kindness, as a result of which he made a complete recovery. Even in the middle
of all that slaughter, his enemies cared enough to save his life...twice.
It constantly and happily surprises me that, just as plants grow through concrete and make their
way through the cracks in paving stones, no matter how wicked events might
appear, true humanity – the true nature of Mankind – will always shine through
in one way or another.
6 comments:
Wonderful stories, Christina! As Elena Maria Vidal noted in the preface to one of her novels, the darkness makes the stars shine even brighter :)
Thank you, Matterhorn, and what a lovely analogy of the stars :-)
Is the photograph that of your grandfather ?
Perhaps a caption would be appropriate ?
Is the photograph that of your grandfather ?
Perhaps a caption would be appropriate ?
Is the photograph that of your grandfather ?
Perhaps a caption ?
Yes, that is my grandfather, and yes, perhaps I should have labelled it :-). Thank you for commenting and pointing that out :-)
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