They were Canadians

I know that my own men were loyal. They were good. We were a breed apart. It’s because of our mode of living, I believe. I believe that. Here I was from a mining community. Cripes, I never should have been mixed up in horses or anything, but anyway I was. And these fellows from the west, I knew a lot of them too, see, because they just mixed right in as one. They were Canadians. That’s the one and only reason I have that button on is that I want to be recognized. If a fellow comes up to me and he tells me that he’s a Veteran, he can’t go more than ten words before I find out whether he is a phony or not. Because, and if he is a phony, I’ll tell him to shop on the other side of the street. If he is a real war Veteran, I help him. I will not turn him down.