It's just after last light, listening post is out, everybody is hopingfor a quiet night. Thinking about home, wives, children,girifriends, what are they doing now? Thankfully the night passesuneventful. At first light I'm observing no mans land, hang about,'what's all that gear draped on the front* wire?' I sneak down andhave a shooftee. Little red plastic string bags with goodies in.Father Christmas has been, by way of the gooks**. Best be carefulthey may be booby traps! On close inspection all is well and I lifta few off They contain a couple of sweets of dubious content(throw them away) a couple of cigarettes that taste like dry tealeaves and chaff, a Christmas card and a safe conduct pass. Theboss-man was not impressed with the event, and I believethreatened severe punishment should it happen again.***