So then the play starts and the first thing that happens is two ladies burst into the hotel room, one after another.
The younger lady kicks off her shoes and jumps onto the bed. Can we talk, Virginia? I am well aware there are things about which we need to talk. As soon as you realize the sisters are supposed to be you and Shannon, the bottom of your heart falls out and everything inside your heart spills into the lower half of your body. At first, you think maybe the characters are just inspired by certain aspects of you and Shannon, but the more you watch, the more you realize, no, the older sister is you, cutting and callous and cruel, and the younger sister is Shannon, as Shannon as anyone has been since the real Shannon overdosed six years ago.
And the character based on you is loud and cynical and the character based on Shannon is sweet and goofy and full of energy. And the character based on Dusty is awkward and neurotic, much more awkward and neurotic than Dusty really is, but the character is neurotic in a cute way, which Dusty is not. And the character based on Shannon is addicted to pills, which you can tell by the way she keeps taking pills.
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Of course you would have. The Museum of You is now open for business, every piece of you hung up on a wall, laid bare on a table, harshly lit and awkwardly described. This is a feeling that happens sometimes when you go to see plays. In the play? Because of course your natural response to affection is criticism. Of course it is. You can hear your ex-husband tense up over the phone. He pushes people away. Go back to the hotel, or go to a bar or something.
On the way back in, you get a glass of wine. Act two starts and the two sisters burst into the room again and the character based on Shannon kicks off her shoes again, and this time one goes flying and hits the fake wall of the hotel room and the whole set kind of wobbles a little and the audience laughs, but you are furious. You imagine your brother in rehearsal with this actress, showing her exactly how to kick off her shoes in the same way Shannon used to every time she entered a room.
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I told them we didn't want to shoot on the Second Day of Christmas, either. I spotted a German officer, some sort of lieutenant I should think, and being a bit of a collector, I intimated to him that I had taken a fancy to some of his buttons. I brought out my wire clippers and, with a few deft snips, removed a couple of his buttons and put them in my pocket. I then gave him two of mine in exchange. The last I saw was one of my machine gunners, who was a bit of an amateur hairdresser in civil life, cutting the unnaturally long hair of a docile Boche, who was patiently kneeling on the ground whilst the automatic clippers crept up the back of his neck.
Troops poured out of the trenches and met in No Man's Land. They shook hands. Exchanged souvenirs, gifts, newspapers. The rain that had turned everything to mire had stopped. It turned cold and clear. There was a hard freeze.
War took a holiday. Christmas Day, It continued the next day. Christmas day. In different ways. Some units helped one another bury their dead. In other areas, men continued to mingle freely, exchanging gifts. There were seemingly incredible small world moments, an Englishman recognizing his former German barber who had been called home to serve the Fatherland. Regimental histories recorded soccer matches occurring in No Man's Land. Footers, English and German, play the game Boxing Day, The Second Day of Christmas, The truce remained in full force, though the upper echelons were beginning to rumble.
It is 11 o'clock in the morning. Beside me is a coke fire, opposite me a 'dug-out' wet with straw in it. The ground is sloppy in the actual trench, but frozen elsewhere. In my mouth is a pipe presented by the Princess Mary. In the pipe is tobacco. Of course, you say. But wait.
In the pipe is German tobacco. Haha, you say, from a prisoner or found in a captured trench. Oh dear, no! From a German soldier.
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Yes a live German soldier from his own trench. Marvellous, isn't it? The letters were forwarded to newspapers where they were reprinted. The Christmas truce became public news. Might the "Truce" be the beginning of the end of the war? It might have been. But, as we know, it was not. Strict orders were passed down from the highest command of all powers that any form of fraternization would be strictly disciplined.
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Any soldier found in possession of material belonging to another power was subject to punishment. Not all soldiers and officers at the front during the Christmas truce of approved of it. No one should be surprised that the young Adolph Hitler did not. In Mein Kampf , Hitler described the occasion as the happiest day in his life.
Regarding the "Truce," Hitler said, "Such a thing should not happen in wartime. Have you no German sense of honor left at all? It would continue until November 11, The death toll of combatants was four-thousand-six-hundred per day.
August 31, Well, come on generals, let's move fast; Your big chance has come at last. Now you can go out and get those reds 'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead And you know that peace can only be won When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come-Country Joe McDonald, I turned eighteen on August 31, after I graduated from high school. My grandfather told me we had somewhere to go that morning. We were having coffee at the kitchen table. He shook his pack of Camel unfiltereds in my direction.
His signal he had something to say. I took the cigarette that popped out the end of the pack, pecked an end of it on the placemat to pack the tobacco down and lit it with my Zippo.
All summer. Like you wanted.
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