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Xmas Day At a time like this we should all be happy but somehow this year I can’t get that feeling, I try my best but the spirit isn’t there somehow, its just forced, as I look around the room I can see others just the same. I pray fervently that I have to spend no more out here. These few words will have to suffice for tonight as I’m rather depressed and it is better to leave these thoughts un-stated. | Xmas Day At a time like this we should all be happy but somehow this year I can’t get that feeling, I try my best but the spirit isn’t there somehow, its just forced, as I look around the room I can see others just the same. I pray fervently that I have to spend no more out here. These few words will have to suffice for tonight as I’m rather depressed and it is better to leave these thoughts un-stated. | ||
News just received says that one of our parties in the town of Ager was stoned by civilians. It appears our air force had been bombing there, and as the lads were on the way to work the civilians started throwing. The German guard took them in an entry for cover; through persistence one civilian was shot dead. | |||
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War Diary entries for December 25
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Bartlett Yancey Malone: December 25, 1862
And the 25 which was Christmas morning was foggy but soon cleard off and was a pritty day but I dident have nothing to drink nor no young ladies to talk too so I seen but little fun
—Bartlett Yancey Malone, 4th Corporal, 6th North Carolina Regiment (diary)
Creed T. Davis: December 25, 1864
Christmas day, to be sure. Rations to-day one-half pound pork, one pound flour, a few grains of coffee, an infinitesimally small quantity of sugar.
—Private Creed T. Davis, Second Company Richmond Howitzers (diary)
George Beck: December 25, 1941
Xmas day Christmas day and in bed at eight o’clock. What an existence. Haven’t been in England for years on this occasion, but promise myself that I will make it a happy one when I do get one. Sent a card home to the wife. Roll on Civvy Street.
—George Beck,1st Battalion The Duke of Wellington's Regiment, prisoner of war (diary)
George Beck: December 25, 1943
Xmas Day At a time like this we should all be happy but somehow this year I can’t get that feeling, I try my best but the spirit isn’t there somehow, its just forced, as I look around the room I can see others just the same. I pray fervently that I have to spend no more out here. These few words will have to suffice for tonight as I’m rather depressed and it is better to leave these thoughts un-stated.
News just received says that one of our parties in the town of Ager was stoned by civilians. It appears our air force had been bombing there, and as the lads were on the way to work the civilians started throwing. The German guard took them in an entry for cover; through persistence one civilian was shot dead.
—George Beck,1st Battalion The Duke of Wellington's Regiment, prisoner of war (diary)