A CHRIST MAS AP PE AL TO THE PEOPLES AT WAR

We do not appeal to Governments and Monarchs. We appeal to the common people.

To the common people in every town and village of this land. And not of this land only, but of every nation which has drawn the sword.

For sixteen months we hâve lived to Mil. With each of us that has been the aim of our national existence. Do we understand, CAN we understand what we hâve been doing?

This Christmastide let us pause and look upon our handiwork. Let us look not afar, but about us, close at hand.

Everywhere is heard the moan of the bereaved. Wives sorrowing for their husbands. Mothers and fathers for their sons. Young women sorrowing for the men who were pledged to them and for the children never to be born.

“The enemy is responsible.” Yes, but we are responsible for similar grief in homes whose dead were equally dear.

The suffering we see is reflected in every town of every nation at war. Hundreds of thousands of brave men lie dead. Millions of strong men lie mutilated. Millions of loving hearts are broken.

However much we hâve been led to hâte each other, in this common sorrow are we not made one ?

In the name of suffering Europe, for the sake of the future of the race, in memory of the Babe of Bethlehem, the Prince of Peace, we appeal to the peoples to