#The Christmas Truce

[aph-japan]

“‘Come out, English soldier; come out here to us.’ For some little time we were cautious, and did not even answer. Officers, fearing treachery, ordered the men to be silent. But up and down our line one heard the men answering that Christmas greeting from the enemy. How could we resist wishing each other Merry Christmas, even though we might be at each other’s throats immediately afterwards? So we kept up a running conversation with the Germans, all the while our hands ready on our rifles. Blood and peace, enmity and fraternity - war’s most amazing paradox. The night wore on to dawn - a night made easier by songs from the German trenches, the pipings of piccolos and from our broad lines laughter and Christmas carols. Not a shot was fired." -Peace on the Western Front: Goodwill in No-man's Land - The Story of the World War I Christmas Truce {Smithsonian Magazine}

Hetalia ~ Episode 100 ~ Japanese Version + Germany & England

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During the first eight weeks of World War I, French and British troops stopped the German attack through Belgium into France outside Paris at the First Battle of the Marne in early September 1914. The Germans fell back to the Aisne valley, where they dug in. In the First Battle of the Aisne, the Franco–British attacks were repulsed and both sides began digging trenches to economise on manpower and use the surplus to outflank, to the north, their opponents. In the Race to the Sea, the two sides made reciprocal outflanking manoeuvres and after several weeks, during which the British forces were withdrawn from the Aisne and sent north to Flanders, both sides ran out of room. By November, armies had built continuous lines of trenches running from the North Sea to the Swiss frontier.

The Christmas truce (German: Weihnachtsfrieden; French: Trêve de Noël; Dutch: Kerstbestand) was a series of widespread unofficial ceasefires along the Western Front of the First World War around Christmas 1914. The truce occurred five months after hostilities had begun. Lulls occurred in the fighting as armies ran out of men and munitions and commanders reconsidered their strategies following the stalemate of the Race to the Sea and the indecisive result of the First Battle of Ypres. In the week leading up to 25 December, French, German and British soldiers crossed trenches to exchange seasonal greetings and talk. In some areas, men from both sides ventured into no man's land on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day to mingle and exchange food and souvenirs. There were joint burial ceremonies and prisoner swaps, while several meetings ended in carolling. Men played games of football with one another, creating one of the most memorable images of the truce. Hostilities continued in some sectors, while in others the sides settled on little more than arrangements to recover bodies. The following year, a few units arranged ceasefires but the truces were not nearly as widespread as in 1914; this was, in part, due to strongly worded orders from commanders, prohibiting truces. Soldiers were no longer amenable to truce by 1916; the war had become increasingly bitter after the human losses suffered during the battles of 1915.

The truces were not unique to the Christmas period and reflected a mood of "live and let live", where infantry close together would stop fighting and fraternise, engaging in conversation. In some sectors, there were occasional ceasefires to allow soldiers to go between the lines and recover wounded or dead comrades; in others, there was a tacit agreement not to shoot while men rested, exercised or worked in view of the enemy. The Christmas truces were particularly significant due to the number of men involved and the level of their participation—even in quiet sectors, dozens of men openly congregating in daylight was remarkable—and are often seen as a symbolic moment of peace and humanity amidst one of the most violent conflicts in human history.

-from Wikipedia's article; "Christmas truce"

"Having a gunfight on {a Holy night/timeframe} wouldn't be right." -Germany

Say what you will about "Hetalia", but this sequence was semi-based on real historical events - Real events that should be much more well known.

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[abovethedreamlessdead]

All Is Calm: The Christmas Truce of 1914, is a really incredible piece of musical theatre that does a really wonderful job portraying the struggle of the trenches and the events of the Christmas Truce of 108 years ago in their own words, as well as some tight vocal arrangements of some songs from the time, and of course, some excellent Christmas numbers. I wept, can't recommend it enough. It's streaming on Broadway HD.

#video #post war #theatre #All Is Calm #Christmas #The Christmas Truce #Youtube

[pricklenettle]

@lexiepiper, I was your secret santa for the Christmas truce! I chose your second prompt: a classic haunted house story, I hope you like it.

#danny phantom #my art #christmas truce #dp #danny fenton #jack fenton #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #lil comic #haunted house #I made an effort this time to make the words more readable #hopefully you like this! #I just managed to finish it last night #merry christmas and happy new year everyone

[reaganlodge]

Christmas, 1914.

#furry art #sfw furry #anthro #furry #furry oc #christmas art #holiday art #christmas truce #joyeux noel #ww1 #world war 1

[oceankat8]

Happy Truce @plazmawulf !!

Prompt: Mariah Carey and Ember have combined their powers for a new Christmas single and Danny has heard enough. 

I hope you like it!

#Danny Phantom #ember dp #mariah carey #christmas #2022 holiday truce #fanart #kat8 #art

[noxposting]

Another year, another @phandomholidaytruce ✨

Merry crisler @datawyrms ! Hope you like it!! It's also on AO3 with an extra chapter

Something's Wrong with Danny Fenton

The realization that something was seriously wrong was like falling asleep; slowly, and then all at once.

There had been no catalyst, no trigger to speak of.

Miss Jones had been sick and, this late into the school year, they hadn't bothered to provide a replacement. Most of the class hadn't even bothered showing up anyway; with finals so close, they were either asleep of studying.

Cal would have done the same, was it not for the absolute chaos at home. The twins were off school for the summer already, and they made sure to make their presence known to every single resident of the house. Usually starting at 6am. Cal didn't feel like he got to choose whether to stay home or not.

This is how he found himself here, sitting in a mostly empty classroom, gaze unfocused as he soaked in the rare moments of quiet. In front of him lay an opened biology book, as he lied to himself that he was going to use this time to revise ahead of exams. Instead, the sketch of a duck wearing sunglasses was guiltily staring at him from the page margins.

His gaze had wandered to the window, towards the school-yard of Casper High. Today was a rather rare sunny day; it was early summer, but even during the heart of the hottest season there was a never-ending, persistent chill that seemed to choke the entirety of Amity Park.

Cal, of course, knew exactly where it was coming from.

It was a little bit difficult to live around here and not know about the ghosts.

He pushed his glasses up his nose nervously. He didn't have any particular strong feelings about ghosts, really. He had gotten used to them, in a way. But, truth be told, he was not a fan of the spine-chilling coldness that seeped through everything in their presence and lingered after they were gone. The way the town seemed never to be able to escape this coldness anymore bothered him, but there was not much to do other than suck it up.

Which was why rare days like today were a pleasant, welcome surprise to the locals. He could see his classmates lounging around in the grass outside, soaking up the sunlight like starving sunflowers, and it brought a warm feeling in his chest. Cal was always more of a people watcher, standing in the side and absorbing situations rather than getting involved.

He tried to ignore the tense feeling in his spine that made the hair at the back of his neck stand.

Also, he was studying. He looked down at his book and a second duck that had joined the first and was silently judging him, this time wearing a dapper top hat and a little bow-tie.

There was no haunting chill in this classroom. Right. He didn't want to go out and miss the time to relax.

His let his gaze passively wander around the room. There were only four others in there with him, all in different states of mental non-existence. Eleanor and Sally-Anne were sat opposite each other, heads close over the desk as they gossiped, their whispers providing a subtle background noise through the quiet room. Jonathan (the one with the glasses, not the one in the football team) was focused on the book in front of him and Danny, at the back of the class, looked to have fully dissociated, eyes glazed over. Now wasn't that relatable.

Cal sighed. Suddenly the chair felt a bit stiff, his shoulders a bit tense, so he pulled his arms behind his back in a big stretch. He couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he felt his joints pop. Grabbing the back of his chair, he twisted around -first the right side, then the left- to relieve the tension.

The tension, as if to spite him, stayed.

He got up, cringing at the scraping sound his chair made as it slid back, and he could see on the edge of his vision that his movement had caught the attention of the two girls. When he didn't say anything, they returned to their conversation.

Cal went around his desk towards the window and looked outside, once again marveling at the sunshine and trying to ignore the goosebumps travelling down his arms. He did briefly debate the merits of joining the rest of the glass out in the grass once more, but the peace of the quiet classroom was too tempting for his foggy brain. Still, he didn't feel like sitting in a chair for the next forty minutes. Looking around, he spotted a few unattended markers on the teacher's desk, and paused, a thought forming in his mind.

His fingers were itching with misplaced adrenaline, and he figured what the hell.

Pointedly not allowing any awkward embarrassment to brew, he approached the desk, grabbed the black and green markers and approached the blank class whiteboard.

Cal had always liked to draw. His mom said it's because his hands can't sit still (but she liked it, really, especially when he made her custom-made mother's day cards every year). The twins had no opinion about it, until his sister got her first celebrity crush and begged him to draw the poor guy with cat ears.

No ducks with accessories this time.

She later posted it online with a humble brag about how she had 'finished it really quickly, what do you guys think' but, considering she had barely hit double digits in age, Cal had let it pass.

The validation of elementary kids was not in his radar, exactly.

He never followed any particular theme -his illustrations were usually random, without much thought. He liked letting his mind and hand take him wherever, and that often led to either randomness or, as was often the case for his bigger, more planned illustrations, a lot of inspiration from his environment.

Was it a surprise that he had produced so many drawings of ghosts?

As Cal was suddenly, once again, very aware of the subtle chill (not quite a presence, but it existed and it came from somewhere), he figured that one more addition to his ghost collection wouldn't make any difference.

Even if he wasn't used to drawing on a whiteboard, he still felt the long, controlled strokes of the marker come naturally. His preferred style was either completely colorless (which had absolutely nothing to do with his tendency to draw during class, thank you very much) or with minimal color; he knew how to manage negative space to his liking.

He had to admit, the subject he had chosen was pretty perfect for the whiteboard; all high contrast black and whites.

Getting lost in the process was easy for Cal; applying long strokes across the board and thick filling to the black outfit allowed time and tension to pass him by, almost. The hair would be tricky; making sure the black marker was used faintly enough to translate the light, luminous color was a mission, and Cal was nothing if not a perfectionist when it came to his work. All aspects to a drawing needed to come together for a good result, after all.

But for this, the most important part was the eyes.

Cal tightened his grip around the green marker. There could be only one color on this drawing, and it had to be the eyes. Sadly, a green whiteboard marker would never be quite the toxic green that he would have liked, but it was the principle that counted.

As he placed the last detail on the hair, fade enough to be as close to the bright white of the real thing, he uncapped the green marker. There was a sense of gravitas in the movement, the start of the final step to this work.

Or maybe Cal was just pretentious about it, who's to say.

"Wow, Cal, you're so good!"

The sudden voice made Cal jump and, even worse, almost draw a green line straight through the board and the almost finished drawing. He turned around to realize that everyone in the room was staring at him.

Maybe he should've thought this would happen, but he felt the heat on his cheeks rise nonetheless.

It was Sally-Anne who had spoken, turned around on her seat where she was facing Eleanor. Both were smiling. A few desks ahead, Jonathan had abandoned his reading and instead was looking at Cal with interest, head resting on his hand.  

Cal avoided all their eyes, fidgeting with the green marker instead "Um, thanks. Just a hobby, no big deal."

Sally-Anne raised her eyebrows. "Are you joking? This is amazing! It's like, the best Phantom art I've ever seen!"

Cal blushed even harder. "You're exaggerating, but thanks."

Eleanor gasped "Oh my God, no one better erase this! Quick, I need a picture!" she swiftly pulled out her phone and paused. "Hey Cal, can you like, put a signature somewhere on that? I need to take a pic."

Cal breathed out, muttering 'no problem' and obliged.

A stutter sound came from Eleanor's phone "Awesome! I'll send it to you if you want!"

Cal refused and Eleanor shrugged, sending it to Sally-Anne instead.

Soon everyone went back to what they were previously doing and Cal was happy to be ignored. Walking over to the teacher's desk to put the markers back (and maybe look for an eraser, if Eleanor and Sally-Anne didn't kill him first), he was suddenly aware of that ever-present yet so distant chill and his head snapped up towards the room.

At that moment, he locked eyes with Danny Fenton, and Cal froze.

It was impossible to pinpoint what was wrong exactly, which made things worse. Danny Fenton looked as he usually did; tired, bruised, head resting against his hand and unruly hair falling in his face. Yet there was something just wrong. His pallor was pale, unnervingly so, the bluing bruise against his cheek and graze on his lip contrasting dramatically against his skin. But his gaze was so sharp that Cal was sure that Danny could see right though his skin and into his brain.

It happened slowly, and then all at once.

Worst of all, Cal now knew where that ever so familiar chill came from, and he was almost shocked he didn't recognize it before. The aura of the dead was practically oozing off Danny Fenton.

Time felt like it was slowing down as Cal was locked in by those eyes, a shade of blue so cold it was painful and, for the first time, Cal realized that he was seeing Danny Fenton.

Cal wasn't sure how long he was trapped under that gaze. It felt like eons, but it couldn't have been more than seconds. As he felt his brain melt under the realization that something was frighteningly wrong with one of the people he knew, something happened that shocked him out of his spiraling.

Danny smiled. The faintest, most tired lift of lips, yet it was enough to transform the aura of wrong and that trapping stare, like deciding to let free an animal that was going to become dinner.

Just like that, with a movement so simple, the chill was passive again. Cal smiled back.

Feeling like he was floating, Cal went back to his desk. He took a seat as the bell rang and his classmates soon started filtering in, all of them taking a moment to show various levels of awe towards his drawing.

Throughout it all, Cal kept his head tilted and one eye, watching Danny's reaction. To anyone else, he looked like he had just woken up from a nap, groggy and unfocused. But Cal now knew better. He had realized the wrongness, and knew there was more hidden behind these icy eyes.

He didn't know what, he didn't know how. He didn't know when it had started, or why, but there was one thing Cal was sure of.

There was something very wrong with Danny Fenton.

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[dailudannos]

Happy Holiday Truce @lilianade-comics!!!

I hope you like your gift! :)

(And also a textless version for you)

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[beardedmrbean]

#doge #christmas #christmas truce #ww1 #WWI #1914 christmas truce #le christmas truce has arrived #le being human again for a short while has arrived

[lidensword]

Illustrations by Gregory Manchess.

Rise As One retold the story of the 1914 Christmas Truce that happened in the first months of WWI.

Source

#WWI #Christmas Truce #trenchposting #Gregory Manchess

[thespookydookie]

happy holidays everyone, stay safe <3

#art #ww1 #christmas #christmas truce #christmas cards #western front #1910s

[corinnetheanime]

Finally finished my Truce gift for @jnstudios2 and just in time for Christmas too! So hope this is a decent Christmas present for you!

It was a fun prompt to do! The dragon of chaos was quite fun to draw (and I may have borrowed some elements of Dvalin for this angle). I never drew the other Nick characters aside from Danny, so I hope this worked out! It’s been a busy December, to say the least.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

#danny phantom #phandom truce 2023 #gift #art #fanart #my art #I hope this worked out well!! #not my best quality but it’s good enough hopefully #merry christmas #merry xmas

[captain-price-unofficially]

British and German soldiers fraternizing with each other at Ploegsteert during the Christmas Truce, ca. December 24, 1914

#december #christmas truce #western front (wwi) #european theater

[illustratus]

British and German soldiers hold a Christmas truce during the Great War, 1914

by Angus McBride

#first world war #world war one #christmas truce #christmas #truce #british #german #english #art #angus mcbride #history #europe #european #western front #ww1 #wwi #world war i #world war 1 #the great war #britain #england #germany #soccer #football

[theworldofwars]

Soldiers of the 2nd Battalion Scots Guards, 1914.

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[plazmawulf]

Happy Truce @abrielarnold! Sorry for the delay, hope you had a nice holiday!

Have you ever seen the film wolfwalkers? While trying to brainstorm for this prompt (danny is half-[something else] (whatever intrigues you the most)) I kept thinking of the way wolfwakers turn into wolfs as the human body sleeps and Danny's Ghost sense so I kinda meshed those concepts together. I was thinking to still have ghosts involved somehow he's able to track the scent of each ghost and track them down. Everyone is very confused why there is a wolf running around the town that keeps taking down these ghosts. Since he tracks them as a wolf, despite sleeping as a human he's still quite tired. Danny also has the factor of having to deal with his human body and protecting that since it's asleep and coming up with more absurd excuses for passing out. Anyways, that was the little train of thought I had, and I hope you like it!

#Danny Phantom #Christmas truce #Holiday Truce #Wolkwalker au #I guess I kinda made one up ehehe #Wolfwalker!Danny

[maniacwatchestheworld]

A stupid DPxDC prompt thing but this time it was requested! (#6)

Oh, @daemonlogical. What you suggested definitely had some juice to it. But alas! I do not know that you realize what you asked of me! But here it is! A prompt thing! With Calendar Man and the Danny Phantom Christmas Truce! Tis under the cut because it got surprisingly long and also gets a bit... Dark...

T'was the night before Christmas and in Arkham Asylum, Julian Day was fussing over an item-

Of "great importance!" is what he would say, To fulfill his great mission! He had to obey!

For those not in the know, Julian has a compulsion. To criminally praise each special day, or suffer mental abruption.

To the citizens of Gotham he is known as "Calendar Man." They think him a joke, but they misunderstand.

He's in Arkham for a reason- few still remember the crimes- Cults and acts of terror! Involvement with which he would deny.

And as for today... Why, it is Christmas Eve! He had concocted a plan intended to make everyone grieve.

For ghosts had been appearing all over town! They made tensions rise! Pandemonium was surely inbound.

All that it needed was someone to pull the trigger. He had accepted this role with much glee and with vigor.

For Julian had heard some days before, That the ghosts too celebrated Christmas! A temporary ceasefire to their ongoing wars.

And he heard that on this day of the holiday truce, The Box Ghost would be hosting! Now this! He could abuse.

So he packed some boxes, wrapped in ribbons with care, And once taken from Arkham, fitted with anti-ghost weapons meant to kill and impair!

To be left outside, abandoned along city streets, And when the Box Ghost passes by? What an irresistible treat!

He would take them all back to his festively decorated lair, And as the truce party would start, they would all be unaware-

That all the ghosts present were in some great danger! And when the bombs would go off-! Most would be wounded or killed... But then the remainder...

Would not know who to blame, so all would accuse! That the truce was a mistake- An excuse for the inevitable coup!

The truce would be over! The ghosts all would then slaughter- One another... But soon... A discovery! Their plans, they would alter.

For the true perpetrator of these deaths... It was clearly the humans! So they'd all invade Earth... And leave it in ruins.

Julian thought it wonderful- A Christmas Day massacre! And he had the pleasure to be the one to make it occur.

So with this one last package, all ready to go... The plan will begin! Will it succeed? That, I do not know...

#dpxdc #calendar man #julian day #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #christmas #christmas truce