Saturday, 6 December 2014

THE CHRISTMAS TRUCE, 1914: my visit in 2012...

Don’t Know Why

Whatever the truth, a truce was spoken about,
Hardly sanctioned by officers, reportedly
But popular belief has committed the incident to folklore:
The football match too.

Craters, obstacles and mounds must have suited the English game:
Hoisting, or lifting the ball forwards and howitzer-booted defenders
Slugging the missile, thus imitating normal trench warfare,
In battlefield’s mud glue.

The Germans suffered a narrow defeat, it was reported,
Although propaganda, tobacco, alcohol and refereeing decisions
May have taken their tolls, as well as conflict’s detritus and gore:
Sadly they usually do.

I went to survey the scene of this monumental match
On ragged field, now a cultivated patch,
Beneath the gaze of a distant spire, which lurched in mist
But, tempted, I was unable to resist
The clutch of memorial footballs, damp among wreaths for the dead
And I flicked one onto my instep, the thrilling empathy in my head…

And I played too…

PeteRay

The balls were there in 2012, so I just had to juggle one of them...
It's what I do...

What WAS the pitch...

The information board...



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