Old yarns by the fire.
L's called the deserter. There must have been hundreds of guys like me, maybe thousands. Have you ever seen the figures on how many deserters there were in? Canada I was just 18 and when I finished training at Shiloh in Manitoba they called out some names and I was on it and they told us to get our kits and a sergeant March us to the main drill Hall I found out from a Corporal I knew that we were going to Suffield Camp Suffield was out on the bald bloody Prairie near Medicine Hat and it was there. They tested gases, poisonous gases, chemicals, special weapons, and all sorts of crap.
blister gas you get it on you and goodbye skin. We were going to be guinea pigs. They had a lot of German prisoners there and Italians and they used to use them as Camp workers but good Canadian soldiers we were going to be the guinea pigs that's what the Corporal said and that's what really tore my ass that most of all after. Shiloh the next stop on the railroad is Brandon Brandon Manitoba and it's a small City overrun with soldiers and Air Force always fighting raising hell and when we get there I just hop off the train.
It was just like getting off the street car at my own stop. I left my kitten rifle behind in a big pile of ties and I go over the fence and soon I'm downtown and the train pulls out the next morning. I go back and I break down my rifle and stuff into my kit bag and I get out on the highway. There's darn little traffic going south, but oil tanker picks me up and takes me down the road.
After a while he starts getting Snoopy who was I and where was I going Yak yak yak yak. So we come to a Crossroads and I say this is my place and I walk up and go into the first Farm I ask for a job and I get it damn quick. that farmer he doesn't care if I'm field Marshall Mcgomery he's offering $75 a month and Stuken is coming up and the Atie then is $100 This is 19 1944 June of 1944 About two mornings later I'm sitting in the overhaul he gives me and we're listening to the news about the invasion of France D-Day and I'm just as glad that I'm sitting in his kitchen table on a rainy morning and not mucking around on those beaches. I Stayed with him until 6 months after the war and he never asked any questions and I never gave him no answers and we got along just fine.
If the Canadian Army wasn't going to treat me like a human being and the hell with him to bloody hell with them for for is.
yep
if they want it- let them go to it.
This story reminded me of Earl Barney’s “Turvey”
You , my friend have said a mouthful, yet again.
You sir with your excellent command of our backwoods vernacular make one hell of an orator🤙
'"Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai and I hope he dies
But one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me"
"So I wish you well, sarge, give 'em hell
Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
I'll be the first to go"
–from The Draft Dodger Rag, sung by Tommy and his sibling on the Smothers Brothers Show a half century ago. Passed away yesterday.
Skookum as frig.
It's called big green and every real soldier can live with that.
I couldn't agree more and what's even more than that is that how much I agree with the length of this comfy video.
Yes
how in the fuckover old are you? you know stuff my dad's dad used to teach me
Someone else said it already, you're storytelling style here is just like Stuart McLean from 'The Vinyl Cafe' on CBC Radio. A show that every Canadian knows regardless of their political stance.
Deserter my bum. He just looked after himself – and a fine job too. Thanks.
The OP would never have made it in the Military.
He can think for himself…
Thanks,uncle AvE for the snippets of History!
My father, a proud enlisted veteran of WWII, advised me to avoid Vietnam at all costs and with head held high. Knowing the man he was, this confused me for years, though i fully understand today.
Blessed i am half the man as he.