Let this chapter mark an indelible lesson on those of us who are steadfast in what we believe.
By Frank Roman
One of the saddest Wars ever fought, World War I, saw the destruction of human beings in mass numbers, on an industrial scale. When it was over, no one knew why it was ever fought and the subject today is still open for debate. While it left more than 11 million dead and brought about the end of four empires the untold loss of the genetic and cultural continuation of Europeans is still being felt today. The story that follows is from the First World War, Christmas, 1914. While it can certainly be construed to represent an age of virtue, it also is a lesson, demonstrating how oppression can give birth to something new. Or perhaps the reaffirmation of a truth long ignored.
During World War I, on a battlefield in Belgium, English soldiers were facing German troops along a front that extended 12 miles. The tactics used by both sides was known as trench warfare. During the weeks preceding December 24, 1914, both sides had suffered close to one million casualties in this hellish place. The constant slaughter was so fierce that the dead bodies lay across the field between trenches stretching from the Allied lines all the way to the German lines, and neither side was able to bury their dead.
Even during Christmas Eve, the fighting continued all day. Then, at midnight, during the silence of that cold, moonlit night, a church bell in a town not far away began to ring out, heralding the arrival of Christmas day. Suddenly, lights began to appear all along the German trench lines. The English assumed that the Germans were preparing a night-time attack. The bugles rang out sounding the alarm and the English grabbed their weapons and rushed to the edge of the trenches.
“Please God, not today as well,” an English soldier was overheard to say.
A deadly hush fell over the battlefield. The Englishmen were in anticipation of the attack when out of the cold night air they heard a most beautiful voice coming from the German lines singing “Silent Night, Holy Night”. When the German soldier had finished the first verse, one intrepid English soldier stood and began singing the second. One by one, men rose up from their frozen entrenchments and began to join in until almost every soldier, German and English was singing.
When the chorus trailed off, one German officer climbed out of his trench and walked slowly towards the English line while waving a white flag before him. “Please do not shoot me, we do not want to fight this day”, he called out. “I am bringing you presents of beer and meat.” An English officer then left his trench and walked toward the German. They met at the center of this horrid, corpse ridden field and saluted one another. They shook hands, then each turned toward their own men calling aloud that it was safe to come out. Slowly at first, the bravest men came out of the trenches and walked toward one another. Then, it became a rush of men. The two sides crashed into their enemies but not to fight. They wept and hugged one another like brothers. For these men had a bond that only those who had shared the unspeakable knowledge of war could understand. And if you think about it, they were brothers, born of kith and kin who could very well have shared this moment and their beliefs in each others homes.
For the rest of Christmas Day they spent this valuable time together, sharing what little food and clothing they had with one another. They sang and laughed, told soldiers jokes, and even played soccer, and for that one-day were friends. At sundry places on the battle field both sides aided in burying the dead despite the enormous trouble of digging into the frozen ground. They prayed and sang hymns over the newly filled graves, prayers and hymns redolent of their homelands and of their connection as a people – one people.
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, For thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
Shortly after “Stand Down” next morning “C” Company’s Commander was notified that a German officer wished to speak to him in “No man’s land.” On going out he found a very respectful and clean human being awaiting him, who, after an exchange of compliments, informed him that his Colonel had given orders for a renewal of hostilities at mid-day and might the men be warned to keep down, please? “C” Company Commander thanked the German Officer for his courtesy, whereupon, saluting and bowing from the waist, the German replied, “We are Saxons; you are Anglo Saxons; word of a gentleman is for us as for you.”
When the day began to cast a shadow, each side returned to their cold trenches. A German officer stood up from his position and reported that his superiors now adamantly demanded that hostilities would resume and, again, would you all please fire high as we will do the same? “Merry Christmas and thank you” he called out before disappearing into his trench. His English counterpart returned the gesture. Then he fired three shots into the air. The war was back on.
Ladies and gentlemen, I first heard of this Christmas story when I was a young boy. I remember being awestruck and yet thinking how utterly impossible something like that could be; that two opposing armies engaged in a fight for their lives could suddenly treat one another with a modicum of respect up close and personal. After all, back when I heard about this I was watching “Combat” on television each week and I just knew a truce such as the one described above would be unthinkable. But little did I know – like I do now –that even under the worst situations not only was a truce like Christmas in the trenches possible, other agreements can be rightfully forthcoming, and should be, when a great epiphany awakens the right people at the right time. And we can only imagine what it was like to live week after week in a water-logged trench, a ditch really, in freezing weather, little food, and an implacable enemy in some cases as near to your position as ten yards. But if you think about it the soldier at the front couldn’t help but have some kind of sympathy for his opponents who suffered in the same kind of misery as they, with the dynastic interests for the war all but forgotten.
Maybe it was the fact that the countryside was still relatively intact with farms and fields and other signs of civilization that momentarily dulled the quest for even more bloodshed. Maybe as the church bell tolled heralding Christmas morning both sides of this fratricidal war knew that the worlds they had left behind with familiar customs and loved ones back home – for a life in the trenches of war – was somehow the same or meant just as much to their adversaries especially at Christmas. But aside from Christmas they in fact shared the same core religious beliefs, as do many of you listening to this broadcast. Certainly, these German and British soldiers alike, many just out of high school, had already seen who their respective enemies were and noted how physically similar they looked in spite of their uniforms; realizing perhaps that by sharing the Christmas season, with cultural connections forged by past life experiences, each side intuitively saw the other as somehow “related.” It wasn’t as though the English and the Germans of this conflict were facing what their descendants and what European Americans faced in Korea, Vietnam and Somalia. In these places their enemies were alien; displaying the kind of behavior that seemed to be a product of impulses long since suppressed by society’s rules. But here in France in 1914, for at least a precious moment, Peace on Earth, goodwill toward men now became personified in the appearance of their enemies. In fact I am firmly convinced this kind of truce occurred more often than not in all preceding wars — and those that followed — when the combatants on both sides were almost entirely comprised of the sons of Europe. The only practical reason I can establish for the coverage Christmas in the Trenches received in 1914 was due to better communications. Correspondingly, the only reason I can think of for other “fraternization” episodes throughout ensuing history not being covered was due to the same thing; plus a necessity by those in leadership positions (on both sides) to crush the news of it in order to maintain war time propaganda and high body counts. No, I can’t say for certain this bonding of like men in fields of battle occurred often but why should we doubt it, especially when pain and misery had not been accrued after long years of bloody conflict, when the combatants on both sides of a given battle were racial kinsmen and were practically identical in terms of culture and way of life? And I’ll tell you this: anybody who says or even implies the Christmas Truce of 1914 had nothing to do with racial similarities, cultural acquaintance or tribal union is a liar, a deceiver and fraud.
You know, one of the most important threats to European derived man’s global survival is the lack of ability to speak about it. Instead of racial existence we speak about rights, such as financial rights, property rights, gun rights, religious rights or any of the ever growing lists that distract us. We also allow those, whose prime characterization of life is profit and power, to manipulate us by leveraging our people’s inborn traits — which are always close to the surface — such as altruism and a sense of fairness. Additionally, as important as these qualities are they will mean nothing to us as a people if we do not carry ourselves into the future as nature intended. But you see, on a freezing battlefield in France 1914 on Christmas Day the truth came out; a truth that eclipsed war time propaganda and pushed aside nationalistic devices. They sensed and finally expressed not only shared experiences on the battlefield but their cultural and racial kinship, by way of intuition, that manifested itself when their focused lives made clear who their enemy really was. Like looking into a mirror they saw the good, the bad, the worst and the best – sharing nearly the same origins and the same blood. On another level let this episode mark an indelible lesson on those of us who are steadfast in what we believe; that we must surely work together in spite of our internecine differences or we will surely fulfill the prophecy of our own extinction as a people. So let’s stop making excuses for our situation. Before it’s too late let’s face the fact that easy solutions and permissible methods for engaging the system won’t always be available because the signs tell us so. If we don’t get busy we may find ourselves being forced to make greatly more difficult decisions.
Those of you listening to my voice already know that our people have an enormous task if we are to survive. Our task is to speak truthfully to the vast majority of Americans who understand in no uncertain terms what our racial and cultural survival is and why it is necessary; but are afraid to talk about it because they are frightened by the ruling elites, who mask their genocidal agenda with lying words about “diversity” and “tolerance.” We as a distinct entity through EAU exist to make racial reality a main concern again. Through community building and sensible approaches EAU is working toward self-determination not only for us but for all races and peoples which will naturally follow; so they are free to develop and practice their own cultures and traditions in an environment that will continue their own unique development — as it will ours. And speaking of EAU, the Board of Directors and all related staff want to thank each and every member, supporter, contributor and friend for our phenomenal success this past year. Have a warm and joyful Christmas, no matter how –- or where — you observe it.