A Great Thing To Be A Soldier

There was a lot of patriotism in those days. Many people thought about king and country, quite unusual for today but in those days. Many of the boys, just about all the boys on my street joined the military because they thought it was the thing to do just like I did. I didn’t join the regiment per say until I got to England. I took basic training in Brantford, Canada then advanced training in Camp Borden in Ontario and then I went to England after that for what they call battle training. And then they were asking for volunteers for the Royal Regiment and I volunteered myself. It was mainly weapons training, how to fire your rifle and how to fire Bren guns and it was pretty primitive, nothing very, efficiency with weapons and learning how to obey, “up two three, down two three”, that sort of stuff, you know, it was very, a new way of relating to officers and so on, making you a team, learning how to relate to your regiment when and if that happened.

I found it very exciting actually; I found my days in those days as being in a movie because everything was moving fast and we were really received well by the population. Everywhere we went, if you were a soldier the girls came around and the boys thought we were heroes. And when we went to the union station in Toronto, coming to and from our camp, you were looked upon as somebody heroic. I think it’s usual for you today to think about that but in those days it really was a great thing to be a solider.