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"On Christmas Eve, The Infantry Sang"

In this new sort of silent night (caused by the terror of giving away positions) languages intertwined.
In this new sort of silent night (caused by intently listening for the footsteps of phantom enemies) we lifted our voices high-- as if we depended on them to survive. As always, sound waves sparked the change. From the deepest roots in the earth ever cut, the notes swelled then sustained. Those refrains sounded so familiar even in different tongues.

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