Damn missed your file this morning only for a couple of minutes it seems, as i was looking into my box this morning and it was still not here.......so next turn in 11 hours.[;)]
Christmastide 1940, and a hush descends upon the troops in their foxholes.
Somewhere a lonely voice can be heard, drifting toward the British lines, hauntingly echoing the strains of Stille Nacht.
A peaceful feeling infuses the Tommies as they listen in rapturous contentment.
But in his headquarters, Montgomery feels the burdens heavy upon his shoulders, the sorrows of the commander.
He is all too aware that far too many good men will not be around to celebrate another Yuletide.
He knows the conflict is not ended, rather just beginning.
Spring 41 sent to Dragonheart. I would be happy to attack Mother Russia if Winston would stop bothering my Med. plans. More attrition, but who does it favor?