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A/N: Yes, I just put this here. And yes, it is nightmare fuel. Anyways, if those of you who have read Ace are wondering why I haven't updated, it's cause I'm trying to gather myself with that one. Anyways, I didn't put the species in the beginning just yet because... because I have no idea. Anyways, if you'd like to throw some history my way, go for it. Enjoy the story.

To my dearest love, I hope I get to see you again dear. I fight to keep our home safe. So as I'm writing this, the silence of this... this No Man's Land, it haunts me. But I fight on, wanting to see you again my love. I hope Britain is still as lovely as when I left, my love.

- James, No Man's Land, France 1914

Light struck the death filled land, making the battlefield look as terrifying as it was. Though even though strands of light broke through the fog, no one could see anything five feet in front of their face. So all of us just sat around, smoking our daily fags. It was a rather peaceful moment, something we did when the Jerries weren't trying to lob grenades at us or open fire on us.

Sometimes we would listen, as if trying to hear Jerry sneak up on us. We knew that something as absurd as sneaking through the fog to lob a potato masher into our trench. Hell, we've thrown our own little surprises in their dirt pit. We would be absolutely surprised if they spared us of that.

As I sat there, I looked to one of my comrades and, with a smile, I said, "Christmas is coming lads."

"Aye, that it is. Too bad we'll be here trading fire with good ole Jerry."

And that's when I heard it. It wasn't Jerry sneaking up on us, it was something more... shocking. It was a pleasant tune, one most of us knew so well. As I heard it, my fag fell out of my mouth and to the mud below.

"Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht."

We were too shocked to even respond, simply sitting there, too dumbfounded to even comprehend what they were singing.

"Alles schläft; einsam wacht."

That's when one of the lieutenants had a rather brilliant idea.

"Only the close, most holy couple."

It went silent. They weren't singing and we were waiting for how they'd react. I was sure they would be upset on how we ruined their song.

"Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar."

The lieutenant was shocked. That sounded like the next line. And from that moment, the Christmas Truce began.

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For the Fatherland. May victory shed her faith upon us all, for honor and blood.

-Aaron, Eastern Front, 1914

"Fire!"

We had no idea how our Western Front comrades were doing, but we knew exactly how the war was going for us. The war had taken a turn into the forests of whatever the map said. Both sides used the forest for cover, but the bodies that lay on the field, the ones that had failed to hide, they reminded us the importance of cover.

"Don't let the barbarians push us back! Fire damn it, fire!"

Our lieutenant was shouting orders, making sure we got it together that we were not going to falter, that we were going to beat them back. So I turned and fired my rifle, simply firing into the early morning fog. I only jumped back into cover when some bark blew off the tree, inches above my helmet.

I could hear the Russians yelling... oh no...

"They are charging! Alright comrades, knives, bayonets, and blunt rifles. It's time for a brawl."

I really hoped I survive this...

And like ghosts in some horrid painting, they charged out of the fog, shouting and screaming. So, taking a deep breath, I jump out from behind the tree and, with a battle cry, I slam the butt of my rifle into one of the charging thugs. He ended up getting knocked off his feet, but I was soon engaged in rifle to bayonet combat.

He yelled something, but I was more concerned with not getting a three edged blade plunged into my gut. Well, as he lunged for my face, I blocked with my rifle before I gave him a hard kick into his gut. He stumbled backwards before I slammed my rifle into his face, sending him to the dirt. And, with another battle cry, I pulled out my knife before slamming it into his chest. And I watched the life fade away from his face.

We will never be broken.