26 December 1914
My Darling Mayd
…Well Mayd, I spent Christmas eve and Christmas day in the trenches. We were relieved last night. It was very funny in the trenches yesterday, there was hardly a shot fired. About noon one of the Germans, they can all speak English, shouted over "Merry Christmas." Of course we shouted back "Merry Christmas." "Come over here" one of them called. "You come over here" we replied. "We'll come half way if you come the other half" relied the German. So a couple of our men stood up in the trench and the Germans did the same. Pretty soon we were scrambling over our trenches towards one another, without rifles of course, and we met half way. Both sides were a little shy at first but we soon warmed up and shook hands and laughed and joked. Soon one of them said "you sing us a song and we'll sing you one." So we gave them "Tipperary" which they enjoyed very much. They sang us a couple of songs, but I don't know what they were but they sounded all right ... The men had a great time with the Germans and all were mighty sorry when dusk began to fall and we thought it time to get back to our lines ...
We had a great fire in our trenches and we spent the remainder of the evening singing until we were relieved. The Germans told us they were fed up with the war and would be mighty glad when it was over…
Write, my love, my rose of the world.
Your loving Brother,
Arthur Stratford
BX April 6, 1915
How Lieut. Stratford Was Injured At The Front – Brantford Officer Was Riding on Motor Ambulance When German Bullet Caught Him – Is Now in the Hospital But His Injury is Not Serious
Lieutenant Arthur Stratford of Brantford, a graduate of the Royal Military College, Kingston, who secured a commission in the Bedfordshire Regiment at the outbreak of the war and is now in the hospital suffering from a wound, writing to his brother in Toronto, under date of March 12, says:
March 12, 1915
I was hit while in an ambulance. I had caught a chill the night before while in the trenches. The doctor got hold of me, and as I had a temperature of 102 he thought I had best go down into Ypres for a rest. It is safe to say that this is one of the warmest corners on the line. It is also a bad corner for snipers, who hide up in the woods and shoot down the road at night. They may fire only a couple of shots at night, but they wait until they hear a lot of people on the road and then they let drive. It was one of these men who got me; I was sitting up in the front seat with the driver of the motor ambulance. All lights were off and we had muffled engines.
Just a minute before we pulled out, a sniper took a shot at us. The bullet came through the ambulance, back of the front seat and hit me in the back. I thought at first it had only bruised me, but they seem to think the bullet has gone in. It is not a bit serious for the shot had come quite a way and was good and steady making a clean wound. The doctor says I will be on my feet again in a couple of weeks. It was rather lucky that the bullet did not get me in the spine.
Continuing his letter on March 16, Lieut. Stratford says:
I have been four days on the road now, not all travelling, but a good part of it. It has been a pretty slow journey, a lot of it in motor ambulances. I came down to Boulogne from Hazelbrooke in a stretcher slung in a hospital train. This stretcher has springs on each end of it and was very comfortable. I got to Boulogne and they kicked me off the stretcher and told me I had to go down to Havre sitting up. You would be surprised to see the hole in me. It is just about the size of an eighth of an inch drill hole. I was hit on March 11. It is now March 16 and I have another day's journey ahead of me, before I get to Havre.