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The smell of gunpowder filled the sky
And orange flashes lit the ground.
But even as crudely painted banners fluttered by,
Hope was nowhere to be found.
The bravest of the brave stepped out
As their friends began to fall.
But within the war, there was a shout-
“Happy Christmas to you all!”
Though enemies, they were at birth,
The others returned the call.
And though there was no Christmas hearth,
The war slowed to a crawl.
So, yet in no-man’s-land,
Kindness could still rule.
Even if we’re not hand in hand,
I can still stand with you.
- Katherine Duan
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