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Op-Ed: The day an American GI became Saint Nicholas

The Center Square-December 25, 2020
Op-Ed: The day an American GI became Saint Nicholas

“Sometimes celebrating a special day together can bring peace to a world at war.”

– Harry Stutz

It was the night before Christmas in the small Luxembourg town of Wiltz, as World War II paused one day. Throughout the town, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. But no stockings were hung by the chimney with care. Because of the war, the children had no hopes St. Nicholas would be there that Christmas.

As the children lay restlessly huddled in their beds, there were no sugarplum fairies dancing in their heads. The only thing within their heads was the continual sounds of the non-stop Nazi war machine instead. As they drifted off to sleep, they prayed for one gift on the next morrow’s Christmas Day: That Saint Nicholas would deliver peace and make all wars – forever – go far away.

Millions of battlefront children were victimized during World War II. They endured starvation, rationing, gas mask shortages, abuse and molestation while living with strangers and enemies they did not trust.

Editor's Note

In honor of Christmas day, The Center Square is republishing this piece by columnist William Haupt III. It initially appeared on Dec. 24, 2018.

Children accounted for 10 percent of the deaths during WWII. The physical and emotional impact on battlefield children robbed them of their childhood. They only remember huddling in safe places to escape the bombing, the stench of the dead in the streets and the fear of being left all alone as they ran from one shelter to another. They never knew if they’d have food the next day, and who in their family would be the next to die. Each day was a living hell and they wondered why:

“What is absurd and monstrous about war is that men who have no personal quarrel should be trained to murder one another in cold blood.”

– Aldous Huxley

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