"To rid the map of every trace of Germany, and of the Hun" "We must exterminate that race" "We must not leave a single one" "Heed not their children's cries," "Best slay all now, the women too" "Or else some day again they'll rise," "Which if they're dead they cannot do This is it!" "War has been declared!" "Well, little brother?" "Going to spend the war repainting statues?" "I've put you on the list too!" "In two days, we're all leaving for basic training in Glasgow." "At last, something's happening in our lives!" "Well, you coming? Get down!" "Don't stay here little brother..." "So one of us survives." "No, William." "Come on, William..." "I abandoned him." "Like a coward!" "I abandoned him." "I let him die, all alone!" "You had no choice." "And now, we must pray for him and for all the other casualties." "The reinforcements have arrived." "We're leaving, Dale." "You stay here with the wounded." " Yes, Lieutenant." "I'll see you back at base." "I know you're in the trenches, Father." "It's me." "It's Andrew Duncan." "I'm not far, Padre." "Father, I'm eight, eight feet..." "Father." "The others are too far away, but me..." "Father." "You've got to come out and help." "That's it." "Just walk straight ahead and you'll be on top of me." "I knew I could count on you, Father." "Father, what are you doing?" "This is suicide!" "Don't run off like that!" "Damn you!" "Get back!" "Get back here!" "We're ordered to stay in the trench! Mother," "William and I got your package and letter." "Thanks for the mittens and the mufflers." "It's so cold here, they're most welcome." "The thought of you at home nice and warm keeps us going!" "Thanks for the cake, too." "I hope we have some left for Christmas Eve." "Your two sons, who love you..." "Morning, Father." "3 cases of whisky!" "That's a lot of ammunition." "I presume I'm invited?" "Sir, my men are completely exhausted." "We're all tired, Gordon." "Every single one of us." "I can bring you no relief before three days." "And if the Germans do attack tonight or tomorrow, as they may you'll just have to deal with it." "Yes Sir." "Our valiant stretcher-bearer." "Who nearly got one of his own men killed in no-man's -land." "A stretcher-bearer is supposed to save lives not endanger them." "I gave orders, very clear orders that it was forbidden to leave these trenches in case of a German counter attack." "Yes Sir, but..." "But you don't give a damn!" "Now I suggest you drop the St. Bernard act in future and never forget something called military discipline!" "Is that understood?" "Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Can you tell me what you're doing here in the front line in the absence of combat?" "Visiting a friend..." "What?" "A friend?" "Where do you think you are?" "Your local parish?" "You will return with me immediately to the back line." "Come on, man!" "Make yourself useful." "Sir." "This way is shorter." "Take a right through the cludgies, the latrines." " This way?" "Yes, this way." " Get me out of here, will you?" "Enough." "Sorry we have to go through the cludgies, Sir..." "Christ!" " Sniper, Sir!" "What a bloody disgusting mess!" "Bad place to take a fall, Sir." "Get me out of here!" " Absolutely, Sir." "Shut up, will you!" "As a priest, I'm used to silence..." "That's enough." "Hey lads, where'd you get the pipes?" "Where'd you get the pipes?" " I found it." "The guys in 92nd heard we'd be in the trenches for Christmas." "That was decent!" "Don't suppose there's a spare set?" "Sit here, you can use mine." "Padre, give us a song." "I'm dreaming of home?" "Come on boys, louder! Good evening Germans, but we're not English!" "We're Scottish! Good evening." "Do you speak English?" "Yes... a little." "Wonderful." "We've been talking about a ceasefire for Christmas Eve." "What do you think?" "The outcome of this war won't be decided tonight." "No one would criticize us for laying down our rifles on Christmas Eve." "Don't worry, it is just for tonight." "Thank you." "Merry Christmas! Good evening, I'm Anna." "She's a pretty girl." " Very." "This is my wife." "Montparnasse..." "That's my wife's favorite part in Paris." "The Luxemburg Gardens." "Got a picture of your wife?" "Like you, I had a photo of her, but..." "I lost it." "I've drawn her face, but... it's not really the same." "Do you live on Rue Vavin?" "Yes." "I think..." "I find your wallet in my trench, the night of the assault." "I kept it because of the address." "I abandoned you." "I abandoned you here." "Good evening, gentlemen." "So, Lieutenant, what did you put in your report for HQ?" "I wrote: 24th of December, 1914:" "no hostilities on the German side tonight." "Well, that's the truth." "Tonight, these men were drawn to that altar like a fire in the middle of winter." "Even those who aren't devout came to warm themselves." "Maybe just to be together." "Maybe to forget about the war." "Maybe..." "But the war won't forget us! Jonathan, come with me." "Jonathan." "Dale!" "Dale!" "What the hell are you doing?" "The truce is over." "Any minute the Germans will start shooting, get back in the trench!" "Now! Good morning, Lieutenant." " Good morning." "Is it possible that we officers talk about the dead?" "The dead?" "Ponchel! Thank you." "My men will remove the bodies of the men killed last week, so you can bury them." "And we will return the remains of your men who fell in front of our lines last November." "That makes sense." "Burying the dead on the day Christ was born." "That makes sense." "Yes." "I'm fast." "Sorry, but why does an alarm go off every morning at ten o'clock?" "Changing of the guard?" "No, my aide-de-camp used to have coffee every morning at ten, with his mother." "He's worried he'll forget about all that with the war." "We've just got used to it." "So have we." "Need a hand?" "GOD IS WITH US" "Can you come, Father? Yesterday, William managed to bag two Jerries who'd been sniping at us for hours." "If he keeps this up, he'll qualify as the best shot in the whole platoon." "All our mates have their eyes on your cake, but William and I are guarding it closely." "Lots of love from both of us." "Is the French Lieutenant here?" "Yes, he just arrived." "Had you been relieved, I'd not have warned your successors." "They would have shot you first anyway." "Par for the course! We've ceased fire." "It's time for you to go back." "Hope you both make it through the war." "I don't think it's over yet." "I wouldn't be surprised if our own artillery opened fire after your attack." "Par for the course! Goodbye." " Good luck." "Right boys! Jörg... Ponchel!" "Ponchel! Come on..." "He's all yours now." "Give me some water." "You're being sent back to your parish in Scotland." "I've brought you your marching orders." "I belong with those who are in pain, and... who have lost their faith." "I belong here." "I am very disappointed, you know." "When you requested permission to accompany the recruits from your parish," "I personally vouched for you." "But then, when I heard what happened..." "I prayed for you." "I sincerely believe that Our Lord Jesus Christ guided me in what was the most important mass of my life." "I tried to be true to His trust and carry His message to all, whoever they may be." "Those men who listened to you on Christmas Eve will very soon bitterly regret it." "Because in a few days' time their regiment is to be disbanded by order of His Majesty the King." "Where will those poor boys end up on the front line now?" "And what will their families think?" "Excuse me, Your Grace." "The boys are ready." "Yes." "They're waiting for me, to preach a sermon to the soldiers replacing those who went astray with you." "May our Lord Jesus Christ guide your steps back to the straight and narrow path." "Is that truly the path of our Lord?" "You're not asking the right question." "Think about this:" "are you really suitable to remain among us, in the house of our Lord?" "Christ our Lord said:" "Think not that I come to bring peace on Earth." "I come not to bring peace, but a sword." "The Gospel according to Saint Matthew." "Well, my brethren, the sword of the Lord is in your hands." "You are the very defenders of civilization itself." "The forces of good against the forces of evil." "For this war is indeed a crusade, a holy war to save the freedom of the world." "In truth, I tell you, the Germans do not act like us, neither do they think like us, for they are not, like us, children of God." "Are those who shell cities populated only by civilians, the children of God?" "Are those who advance armed, hiding behind women and children, the children of God?" "With God's help, you must kill the Germans, good or bad, young or old." "Kill every one of them, so it won't have to be done again." "The Lord be with you!" "And also with you!" "May God Almighty bless you, the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost." "Amen." "Everyone to their posts!" "Every man to his post!" "Quickly! What the hell are you doing?" "Shoot the bloody Kraut!" "What are you waiting for?" "Shoot him, goddammit!" "Holidays are over!" "What the hell do you think you're playing at?" "Shoot him!" "Shoot him!" "Stand down from your posts." "Shame on you, Gordon." "Shame on you."