Joining the Army

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.