What a strange Christmas it has been. When the war in Europe began, few believed that it would last more than a few months. Unfortunately, those of us who have been following the war more closely were not as confident in a swift conclusion. I have watched the spirit drain from the hearts of Canadians, especially my fellow French Canadians, who did not want a part of England’s war. As the holidays approached, people put on brave faces as they realized just how much of an effect wartime rationing would have on their celebrations. I myself knitted my father a pair of socks and my mother a new shawl. I return to school in the new year to finish up my Journalism diploma. I hope to follow in the footsteps of my hero, Kit Coleman, the first female journalist to be responsible for her own section of the newspaper.
British and German, Christmas 1914, reserved rights. Caption from Apocalypse 10 Lives.
Speaking of journalists, I have been following the writing of Dim Seed, a reporter for the World Chronicle. His writing is both lyrical and thoughtful, and it is clear that he is passionate about his job. Just yesterday, I read his article on what is coming to be known as “The Christmas Truce.” It seems that across the Western Front, both sides agreed to halt fighting, and some even went so far as to meet in No Man’s Land and exchange gifts. What I wouldn’t give to be in the trenches with our troops, just like Mr. Seed, so that I could see for myself the reality of the war.
As part of my studies, I have been cataloguing many of the French newspapers’ reporting on the war and corroborating their articles with reports from our own journalists. It seems as though the French are painting a pretty picture of the war. In fact, sometimes there is so much censorship that half the pages are blank. Although I would never admit this in public, I believe that Canadian editors are also frequently altering the articles in our paper to shine a more positive light on the fighting. I fear that many Canadians will be shocked when they hear about the true conditions overseas.
In a few short days it will be 1915. To think how much has changed in just one year. My heart is full of conflict, but I have resolved myself to being a fighter for evidence and truth. Perhaps I can make a small contribution to the documentation of this war in the new year. With so many male journalists crossing the Atlantic, perhaps a position will become available. It would be both a great honour and a great responsibility to share my reporting with the public. That being said, I would take a rapid end to the war over my own career advancement any day.
Until my next entry,