Chapter 12
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Belleau Wood
"You poor dear with that allergy" she said sympathetically. "It must be terrible to have."
I nodded and said "I manage."
"Oh but I'm being so rude to bring it up!" she said, appalled at herself. Grasping for a subject change she said "I see you have some new clothes. Would you like me to wash them for you dear? I always wash the new ones since I don't trust the cleanliness of factory work" my mother asked.
"If it wouldn't be to much trouble I would be grateful. Sadly neither my uncle nor myself know how to wash clothes."
"Well follow me then I'll show you." She led me to a room that would have been a servant's quarters but we had no servants since my mother was a stay-at-home-mom and liked to keep busy. She showed me a very vintage – or newish for this time- electric washing machine that was really an electric motor hooked up to a hand crank machine. (pics will be on my profile) After giving me a lesson we went to the dining room. "Would you like some lunch? she asked and I said yes please since I knew she wouldn't take no for an answer and went off to the kitchen to make it. I knew was going to –unfortunately—keep in for a long time.
I looked at a newspaper left on the table from –ironically- Jasper, Montana. It was a paper my father had found and liked when he was on a business trip so now he had it imported. (link will be on profile) I choked back a laugh that there was a man named Roy King being married today. So much irony. There was also a long description of the horrors of life in the trenches as well as a glorification of it. Quite a paradox.
My mother had notice me reading it and placed the sandwich on the table with a sob. I saw in her mind she had already read the paper. "I - I can't let him go!"
I wanted to comfort her but if I did so physically not only would she notice my coldness but also it would be inappropriate to her. I then got an idea to play the piano for her. "Would you like me to play the piano some more for you?
She looked up in excitement "Yes! Will you play for me again?"
I nodded and went to the piano bench I realized I knew the perfect song for her. The instrumentals were mostly guitar so I did my best to replace them with piano. (The song is Belleau Wood by Garth Brooks. A video of the song as well as a website about the truce will be on my profile. See more in the authors note below.) I played the introduction and softly began to sing.
When I was done she smiled softly and said "thank you" and I knew had given her hope.
The video is on my profile it has some information about the truce which was REAL (try to picture as much of the instrumentals as piano as possible). I also have a website with information about the truce up. In summary though: the Christmas Truce of 1914 was between the British and the Germans as well as some areas occupied by the French. On Christmas Eve 1914 fighting gradually slowed in some areas until it came to a standstill. A temporary truce was formed in spirit of the holiday where slowly Christmas carols were sung on both sides. One of which was "Silent Night". Some of the men ventured out into no-man's land and exchanged gifts of rations, buried the dead, exchanged photographs and addresses with each other, played soccer (or football depending on where you live), erected Christmas trees, and more. The truce lasted Christmas Eve and Christmas Day but in some areas lasted until Boxing Day or even until New Years. A few deaths did still occur and some people didn't participate at all. For those that did emotional scars of fighting people they had gotten to know developed after the fight. I think this was one of the coolest things to happen in that war and gives me hope for the future that something like this may happen again.
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Due to the popularity of this story I decided to reward you all with an extra (not a teaser but something extra that won't be in the story)! It is Edward Masen (the human)'s first impressions of Marty (A.K.A. Edward Cullen the vampire). It is on my Blogger page but if you don't visit that have no fear since I will give it as a reward to registered reviewers! (I can't respond to anonymous reviews sadly so I have no way of getting it to you since it won't be in the story. Sorry about that).