Well at the time I was working in Toronto,
my day off happened to be a Friday.
I walked downtown and I was approached by a
sergeant in a little building on a
corner in Main Street, Toronto and he said,
“You look like the kind of guy
I’m looking for to recruit.
We’re forming a new regiment of
the 2nd Battalion Queens Own Rifles and
you look like the type of man we want.”
So I explained to him where
I was from and that I was up there working.
I said, “I can’t afford to hang around,
waste any time, days like,
so if you can take me to your barracks
right now, have me go through a medical,
get me sworn in and a uniform,
I’m your man. If not, I’ll wait until I’m 18.”
“You can do that,” he says.
So we went down to Albert Street barracks,
“Get in that line,” and I went through
a medical and when I came out
he had a uniform, sworn in and that’s it.