I wasn’t happy as a civilian.

My military life began again in 1952. My dad had passed away and I was fishing with him. I didn’t want to fish. I hated the sea because I used to get sea sick. So I went back to the military. So when I went back into the military, I went in to the depot and I said I want to re-enlist. So they did a medical on me and they said, “Oh well, we can’t take you.” I said, “Why? ” I said, “You took me during the war and I served my country during the war and now your telling me I can’t go back in, what’s wrong? ” Well he said, “You’ve got flat feet.” “Oh,” I said. “Jeez, didn’t I have flat feet during the war? ” “No,” he said. I did. So there was a Captain Eldridge. Captain Eldridge knew me as a young man, kid, when I was in the scouts. So he said to the recruiting officer, “No, he’s going back in.” He said, “I know Mr. Berry and if he could damn well serve his country when it was wartime, what are you trying to say he can’t serve the country just as well in peacetime? ” I went back in the forces. That was in 1952. Uh, I went back in the forces. I went back in the Royal Canadian Army Service Corps, same outfit, not the bridge company but just the service corps. And I served from 1952 to 1974. I got promoted to a sergeant. I became an administration sergeant. I had no problem with anybody. I was treated like anybody else. That’s about my whole life story. It was military. I was a military person. I think maybe God meant for me to be a military person. Regardless of what happened, I was never happy as a civilian. I wasn’t happy as a civilian. And I was really happy when I went back in the forces. I should have never got out but I was really happy when I went back in the forces.