Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht

In a darkened farmhouse just north of San Vittore on the road to Rome, Germans were clinking glasses and singing the old songs of Christmas Eve. Outside, Lieut. Frank S. Greenlee of Nashville and a patrol of 15 slipped through the lines, crept close enough to identify their quarry. Then they let loose, killing many, taking the rest prisoner.

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