fear beyond description settled upon the land.
What’s happening over there?
Perhaps they’re having tea. How can that be?
We’re at war, killing each other.
Don’t tell me that. Tell him.
Who? Him carrying that red cross flag.
Where, out there? What are they at,?
Those stretcher bearers lifting our wounded,
They’re what,? Lifting our comrades, bringing them to us?
But we’re German and they’re English.
Yes, but we all are still men of honour
Numb with the fear of death we helped as, foe to foe,
We brought our wounded and dead into the trenches.
Complete silence. No words needed.
The most eloquent gesture had already happened.
Simple compassion expressed between so called enemies at the battle of Mons.1914
THIS HAPPENED IT WAS RECORDED BY SERGEANT STEFAN WESTMANN