Saturday 22 May 2021

AN ARDENNES CHRISTMAS

 

The next time you’re whining on about what a crap Christmas you had because your mother-in-law over did it on the sherry and told everyone what she really thinks about you or when your wife’s uncle Stan spent Christmas afternoon asleep on the sofa breaking wind with monotonous regularity.

Or your brother’s new girlfriend who kept hitting on your wife or your Gran who said “just a small dinner for me I don’t have much of an appetite” then spent the afternoon eating all the chocolate Brazils.

If this strikes a chord think again and Spare a thought for the half a million or so men of the allied forces and six hundred thousand Germans who spent Christmas 1944 outside in the snow in the Ardennes forest during the battle of the bulge.

Men like My father sheltering in foxholes scratched out of the frozen earth with no hot food or drink.

Unable to light fires for fear of giving their position away and regularly coming under enemy fire or being shelled

Then once you’ve hewn out a decent sized foxhole and settled down into it out of the icy wind an order comes down the line to move out and you move a hundred yards or less and dig another hole.

Go and tell your petty gripes to them and see if you get any sympathy.

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