Christmas has almost ended and with all the hate that seems to be pouring out of every sector of media, exactly one hundred years ago from today, in Europe, during what would become at the time the most brutal conflict humanity ever waged against itself, something beautiful happened. Christmas truces sprang up all across the Western Front between French, British, and German soldiers as well as Austrian and Russian soldiers on the Eastern Front. They all start the same: A simple gentleman's agreement of ceasing fire during the next forty-eight hours in order to collect and bury the dead. What happened there after are stories of great legendary courage, mercy, and betrayal. As game theory suggests, not all that got out of the trenches seeking truce were welcomed in open arms and what could be the victors editing history, most stories blame the Germans as not wanting to truce. The outside world was fully unaware of what had taken place. TIME was the first to break the story but official response from France in particular suggested that "Fraternization with the enemy is a criminal act of high treason against the state and will be punished severely". It was the soldier's story. It was they're little secrete glimpse at what humanity could do in times of utter brutality and carnage. The only reason time was able to break the story was increasing rumors on the home-front from returning soldiers who were on leave or sent home wounded. From the single sentry scribbling in his diary about how he refused to fire upon exposed troops, fellow snipers, or whole artillery batteries to the famous football games (the only one documenting the score showed Germany won 3-2 after a error from a British striker) The story cannot have a happy ending, for news of these "truces" quickly spread to high command. Those that reported less then average causalities in the forty-eight hour period from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day were ordered to charge the following days in order to "reinvigorate the offensive spirit" in the men. The following years would also lead to the costly battles of The Somme, Verdun and the use of poisonous gas almost erased many soldier's minds of mercy and what that word means to them. Swiftly persecuted for "fraternization with the enemy", there were still reports of some fifty soldiers from both ends "charging" no man's land defenseless with only a football in hand (usually a ham tin) to signal the tireless feeling of continuing the bloody war on Christmas day. Could this ever happen again? Or does it take a incredible wave of feeling as if your on the edge of the universe, at the end of the world, to not shoot someone in the back and to simply appreciate the comfort of knowing no one has to die today?