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    Silent Night on December 24th, 1914

    German and British soldiers, in the thick of the first war of the worlds crawl out of their blood drenched trenches, rifles slung over sunken shoulders, and shovels across the other, meet halfway in the dead man’s land, carry back and bury the remains of their friends, then return to exchange prisoners and cigarettes, lighting them for each other, like Advent candles.   They gaze at the stars, name them in their mother’s tongue, fabricate stories of the girl they will finally propose to once they return home.   They take turns singing carols their mothers sang to cease their tears, then as if there was a conductor invisible except…