On the edge of the bunker, I saw a lonely Robin. He silently gazed back, before fluttering gently over the edge and out of sight. With trepidation, I climbed out the trench and shakily raised my hands. Slowly, I began to walk. All around me I could hear indistinguishable shouts in a foreign tongue. I closed my eyes. Upon opening them I saw an awe-inspiring sight; The Germans walked towards me. We met.
"Merry Christmas,” he whispered whimsically.
I looked into his eyes. He seemed as sad as me so I decided to do something. Back in Germany, when I was a child, we went to Church and joyfully sang Christmas carols on Christmas Eve.
“Stille Nacht. Heil'ge Nacht,” I began to sing.
“Alles schläft; einsam wacht,” my friends joined in.
Moments later, we heard voices singing softly from the other side of no-man’s-land.
“All is calm, all is bright,” was being sung from the English trenches.
Together, across the battleground, we all sang on Christmas night. For a few minutes, in the trenches of France, I started forgetting about the war and instead began thinking happily about Christmas