"Oh, Holy Night"
~ London was right. It was a good time to strike. The war would not be foremost on anyone's mind tonight. There should be fewer patrols. ~ Hogan struggled up the steep embankment and looked back over his shoulder as his men climbed to join him. The five black clad figures lined up along the crest of the hill and stared down at the sleepy little town. The warm yellow lights coming from the homes and the greenery with red ribbons hanging on the doors looked inviting. How strange to see such a peaceful scene, here in the middle of the war. Little did the town people know that their "Silent Night" was about to be ripped apart by the sounds of explosions as the munitions factory was blown and that, in contrast to the life that came into the world on that "Holy Night" so many years ago, lives were about to be taken. Hogan signaled to Carter to silently check his explosives as the other men lay staring at the scene below, frozen by the "Peace on Earth" at this moment. A chill went through Hogan, it felt sacrilegious to use Christmas as a cover for an act of war.
And then he heard it, the unmistakable sounds of Christmas carols coming from the town below them. The soft music drifted up in the silence of the starlit night. Four pairs of eyes were looking into his face, each with a plea for peace on this one night.
London would have to understand.
~ London was right. It was a good time to strike. The war would not be foremost on anyone's mind tonight. There should be fewer patrols. ~ Hogan struggled up the steep embankment and looked back over his shoulder as his men climbed to join him. The five black clad figures lined up along the crest of the hill and stared down at the sleepy little town. The warm yellow lights coming from the homes and the greenery with red ribbons hanging on the doors looked inviting. How strange to see such a peaceful scene, here in the middle of the war. Little did the town people know that their "Silent Night" was about to be ripped apart by the sounds of explosions as the munitions factory was blown and that, in contrast to the life that came into the world on that "Holy Night" so many years ago, lives were about to be taken. Hogan signaled to Carter to silently check his explosives as the other men lay staring at the scene below, frozen by the "Peace on Earth" at this moment. A chill went through Hogan, it felt sacrilegious to use Christmas as a cover for an act of war.
And then he heard it, the unmistakable sounds of Christmas carols coming from the town below them. The soft music drifted up in the silence of the starlit night. Four pairs of eyes were looking into his face, each with a plea for peace on this one night.
London would have to understand.