I've got a little story to tell you. While I was still at school (about 25 years ago) I used to visit a very elderly gentleman in an old peoples home near me. Joe was in his late 90's at the time, and could even tell me stories of when he served in South Africa during the Boer War!! This isn't about that though.
He had been a Salvationist all his life. During the first world war, Joe was serving in the infantry. He used to wear his Salvationists jerkin under his infantry tunic (a jerkin was a crew necked pullover with a large Army crest embroidered on the front). I'll relate the story as Joe told it to me (or as close as I can remember)
"We were in an attack on the enemy lines. The fire was so heavy that I found myself down at the bottom of a shell hole. As I reached the bottom I realised that I was not alone in the hole. There was a German soldier there as well, and he looked as scared as I felt. Whichever one of us reacted first would be the one who lived. We both garbbed for our weapons and he beat me to it by a second. He was about to kill me with his beyonet when he threw his rifle down, pointed to my chest and shouted 'commerade'. I looked down and saw that my tunic had come open as I slithered into the shell hole and the crest on my jerkin was visible. As I tried to understand what was happening, he tore open his own tunic and he had a jerkin on as well. He was a Salvationist in Germany!!"
"Well, neither of us could speak the others language. So we showed each other photo's of our wives and the such, and shared a couple of cigarettes (smoking was allowed then), and some chocolate he had. Then we waited till nightfall, shook hands, and made our way back to our own lines".
There was no doubt in Joe's mind that without his Army jerkin, he would have died in that shell hole.
Don't know why that came back to me today. I havn't thought about it in years. Just thought you might find it interesting.
I know it's a bit early in the year, but when November comes round and the rememberence services take place, make sure you all buy a poppy, and take time to remember all those who died, and what they died for.
And remember old Joe Johnson. They just don't make 'em like that any more....
God Bless.