The DAY the WAR STOPPED for CHRISTMAS
LIEUTENANT EDWARD HULSE of the British Army’s Scots Guards Regiment leaned against the wall of the trench, shivering in the chill December air. For days, the icy winter rain had poured, turning the trenches into seas of mud that caked soldiers’ boots and uniforms and clogged their rifles. Days earlier, the British Army had made a disastrous raid on the German positions less than a hundred yards away and had suffered heavy casualties as the merciless German machine gun and rifle fire cut down man after man. The unburied dead still lay strewn about
