"The Vision of the Crosses" by Rex Woods, 1935 |
Believe. Believe that the war has purpose. Believe that the fight is for a just cause. Believe
that we will win. Believe that I will survive
the battle. Believe that my son will come home.
During the First World War, belief was more important than
modern readers have perhaps acknowledged.
Religious faith anchored belief, both belief in the afterlife, as well
as belief in the morality of the war. Both the Allies and the Central Powers
assumed that God was on their side, as evidenced in the British poem “The
Dilemma”:
God heard the embattled nations
sing and shout
“Gott strafe England!” and “God
save the King!”
God this, God that, and God the
other thing—
“Good God!” said God, “I've got my
work cut out.”*
According to most reports, the spontaneous and unofficial
Christmas Truce of 1914 began with Christmas carol singing, as described by
Graham Williams of the Fifth London Rifle Brigade:
First the Germans would sing one of their carols and then we would sing
one of ours, until when we started up “O Come, All Ye Faithful” the Germans
immediately joined in singing the same hymn to the Latin words Adeste
Fideles. And I thought, well, this is really a most extraordinary thing –
two nations both singing the same carol in the middle of a war.**
Men on both sides celebrated “tidings of great joy, which
shall be to all people” as proclaimed at the birth of the Christ child.† But the Christmas truce of 1914 lasted only a day or two before the killing resumed. Three years later, after
millions had died in a war that seemed like it might never end, German-American
writer Hermann Hagedorn published his poem “Resurrection.” Hagedorn was an ardent supporter of the
Allied war effort, despite strong family ties to Germany -- his father and
several siblings had returned to live there. While his poem envisions peace and reconciliation,
they are achieved only at the world’s end with the apocalyptic second coming of
Christ.
Resurrection
Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain.
We fell, we lay, we slumbered, we took rest,
With the wild nerves quiet at last, and the vexed brain
Cleared of the wingèd nightmares, and the breast
Freed of the heavy dreams of hearts afar.
We fell, we lay, we slumbered, we took rest,
With the wild nerves quiet at last, and the vexed brain
Cleared of the wingèd nightmares, and the breast
Freed of the heavy dreams of hearts afar.
We rose at last under the morning star.
Detail "Resurrection of the Soldiers," Stanley Spencer |
We rose, and greeted our brothers, and welcomed our foes.
We rose; like the wheat when the wind is over, we rose.
With shouts we rose, with gasps and incredulous cries,
With bursts of singing, and silence, and awestruck eyes,
With broken laughter, half tears, we rose from the sod,
With welling tears and with glad lips, whispering, “God.”
Like babes, refreshed from sleep, like children, we rose,
Brimming with deep content, from our dreamless repose.
And, “What do you call it?” asked one. “I thought I was dead.”
“You are,” cried another. “We're all of us dead and flat.”
“I'm alive as a cricket. There's something wrong with your head.”
They stretched their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
We rose; like the wheat when the wind is over, we rose.
With shouts we rose, with gasps and incredulous cries,
With bursts of singing, and silence, and awestruck eyes,
With broken laughter, half tears, we rose from the sod,
With welling tears and with glad lips, whispering, “God.”
Like babes, refreshed from sleep, like children, we rose,
Brimming with deep content, from our dreamless repose.
And, “What do you call it?” asked one. “I thought I was dead.”
“You are,” cried another. “We're all of us dead and flat.”
“I'm alive as a cricket. There's something wrong with your head.”
They stretched their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
And over the wide field friend and foe
Spoke of small things, remembering not old woe
Of war and hunger, hatred and fierce words.
They sat and listened to the brooks and birds,
And watched the starlight perish in pale flame,
Wondering what God would look like when He came.
Spoke of small things, remembering not old woe
Of war and hunger, hatred and fierce words.
They sat and listened to the brooks and birds,
And watched the starlight perish in pale flame,
Wondering what God would look like when He came.
—Hermann
Hagedorn
Ghosts of Vimy Ridge, William Longstaff |
Even after rising from the dead, soldiers continue to argue
(this time about their perceptions of the resurrection), but now there is no malice
or anger in their disputes. Together, the men rise “under the morning star,” one
of the names that Christ claims for himself in the last chapter of the
prophetic book of Revelation. As they
wait for Christ’s return, the men watch “the starlight perish,” a fulfillment of Christ’s
words that in the last days, “the sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not
give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven,” events that herald his appearance “in the
clouds of heaven with power and great glory.” ††
Many of Hagedorn’s readers would have been familiar with the
prophecies referenced in the poem and would have taken comfort from the hope of
resurrection and the return of the Prince of Peace. War and death will be defeated forever, and
in the world to come, men are reconciled with one another and with their
God.
Families and loved ones often shared their religious beliefs
in headstone inscriptions chosen for the dead of the war. Captain George Fenwick Hedley Charlton was twenty-four
when he was killed near Ypres on October 6, 1916. His younger brother, William
Godfrey Charlton, was killed less than two years later on August 26, 1918. With
resurrection hope, their parents chose the same inscription to appear on both
of their sons’ graves:
Sleep Lightly, Lad
Thou Art King’s Guard
At Daybreak†††
At Daybreak†††
Poems like “Resurrection” comforted the grief-stricken, for
they believed their dead had found rest, their “wild nerves quiet at last” as
they awaited the appearance of their God, the morning star.
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* JC Squire, “The
Dilemma,” Herald, 5 June 1915 as
cited in Dominic Hibberd and John Onion’s The
Winter of the World, Constable & Robinson, 2007, p. 61.
** Quoted in Naina Bajekal, “Silent Night: The Story of the
World War I Christmas Truce of 1914, Time,
24 Dec. 2014, time.com/3643889/christmas-truce-1914/, Accessed 8 Dec. 2017.
† Luke 2:10, King
James Bible.
†† Matthew 24:29-30, King
James Bible.
††† Epitaphs
of the Great War, “Lieutenant William Godfrey Charlton,” ep.ita.ph/1169,
Accessed 8 Dec.
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