Everything stopped

So when the Armistice was signed, I was out to the ranges that morning with ammunition, at 11 o’clock, and everything stopped. I’ll tell you that . . . I don’t know. I still think that, rough and tough as they were, that they were all saying a little silent prayer of thanksgiving that it was finished. But there was no, no celebrating there that night. No. There was more celebrations going on in Canada and England than there were over in France. It was just too, too hard to realize, you know. The reaction sets in then. Even after I came home from the war, I found myself waking up under the bed, dodging shells. Which never bothered me, you know, when you were there. You were taught all the time, you know, high strung. But when the whole thing was over, you’d have a nightmare about the war starting up again. Oh no, several times I did that. Outside of that, it took quite a while to get that settled down again. That was a usual experience for many of them, I guess.