Military Prison

I was given the opportunity as the more senior corporal in the brigade to bring three prisoners back to Canada. So they asked me if I would be interested and I said I most certainly would because I had been married just before I come over and ‘course, the wife and I had been together for about what, two weeks, and then I was over there. So I was more than happy to get back to see her. But it was also the time that made me decide that I would never end up being a bad soldier. When I seen how they handled them in that digger in Borden I decided that never again would I ever go into a military prison because... I mean it, they’re not cruel, but man you listen and you brush floors with toothbrushes, you know. Quick time while you’re shaving. You don’t stand still at any time. You look to the ceiling and you answer “yes staff,” doesn’t matter what the rank of the individual is. You are constantly harassed if you don’t do what you’re supposed to do. I mean they’re on you all the time, you know. You don’t get a break and when you have finished doing your time in a digger, you know you’ve done time.