Souvenances

Le ridicule I am going to tell you a little joke. Interviewer : OK...I was in, in the slit trench, there was two of us. And we had to go to the bathroom. I said to the fella “You keep an eye out, I want to go to the bathroom.” So I got out and I went along the fence, I was no sooner there with my pants down... bbrrrarrrarrrarrra... This other little fella went for the a hole, like a gopher, tchick! Pants half way down... I had no choice... Talk about going for the hole... Me and gophers... Oh shit... yeah... That’s about all I know, that’s it. Intervieweur : Fait que vous étiez dans, dans le, dans le caniveau... Oui... On aurait dû avoir un film dans ce temps-là... ça boltait... Five minutes, not five minutes five seconds!My... my major got held down behind a post, by machine gunfire. We were held there for two hours, before I could get around and get him out of there. Gunfire. Once I fired about five or six shots, then everything stopped and we got out of there. But to mean to say, you know. It’s a, it’s a... during action it’s war eh, so you got to do the best you can. Les cicatricesI was nineteen when I got back. I was married, and I was in Darlington and one day, I had two kids, one day there was a jet went over and she broke the sound barrier, and I grabbed my two kids and headed for the woods. I stayed in the woods pretty near all morning. Interviewer : Parce que ça vous est revenu tout d’un coup...Yeah, I was walking in the front street and a car backfired and I jumped in my bud’s window. Broke the window, cost four hundred dollars... You know you stay with that. You wake up at night, in rolling in sweat. Never lets go. It never lets go. No. Anybody that went over there, anybody that went over there in action. Il n’y a pas une journée que je passe à côté... que je n’y pense pas. Non. Tu restes marqué avec ça pour ta vie.