“We were talking about a cease fire, for Christmas Eve. What do you think? The outcome of this war wont be decided tonight. I don’t think anyone would criticize us for laying down our riffles on Christmas Eve.”
So what’s the plan for tomorrow? A little football match and an aperitif with those across the way? Or will you shoot them like rabbits
having shared champagne? Well, Lieutenant? All that is now meaningless. To die tomorrow is even more absurd than yesterday.