Like Patrick Leigh Fermor did: with red eggs and firearms, alongside one’s comrades. From Abducting a General, Fermor’s account of his anti-Nazi resistance work in Crete:
I got back to the hideout at last on April 16th, which was Orthodox Easter Sunday, the greatest feast of the Greek year . . . there was a paschal lamb roasting whole and a demijohn of wine for us all to celebrate our reunion and Orthodox Easter with a feast and singing and dancing. Scores of hard-boiled eggs dyed red were clashed together like conkers with cries of “Christ is risen!” and “He is risen indeed!” Those left over were propped up in a row and shot down for pistol practice. When all of them were smashed, after every toast, pistol magazines were joyfully emptied into the air in honor of the Resurrection.
Matthew Schmitz is literary editor of First Things.
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