Irish, French Or English

Well, I went into the recruiting office and, and he started asking me questions. First he said, “Nationality? ” I said, “Indian.” “No such nationality.” I said, “Well, what is there? ” He said, “Well, you can either be Irish, French or English.” So I thought a while. I said, “I heard them Irishmen are pretty tough guys.” “Yeah, I heard that too.” “Okay, I’ll be an Irishman.” “Okay, I wrote down you’re an Irishman.” Next come religion. “What’s, what’s your religion? ” I said, “The Great Spirit.” “Not a religion.” “Okay, what choice do I got there? ” “You can either be Protestant or Catholic, RC” He said, “Did you ever hear any of your people talk about such things? ” “Oh, my grandma used to talk about Catholic.” “Okay, you’re an RC” “Okay, that’s fine.” Then it was, “Your hometown? ” I told him “Neskonlith Reserve.” I was born in a place called Quaurk [sic]. That means Bay. I was born there. “No, that’s, that’s not a place.” “Well,” I said, “What do you mean then by place? ” He said, “The closest place where there’s people and there’s a store and stuff like that.” “Oh,” I said, “well that, that’d be Pritchard.” I said, “We got a hotel there. We got a store and a post office.” “Okay, that’s good enough. Okay, you were born in Pritchard, that’s okay.” Oh well, that was my start.