World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Western Front; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Canadian
"Sor, to tell yez the thruth, I just happened to think av the
athrocities av them damned Germans on the helpless wimen and
childher, an' I thought how would I feel if those near an' dear to me
were threated in that way, an' on the impulse av the moment, without
thinkin', or lookin', I flung the bone, imaginin' I was right in the
middle av the fightin'."
It didn't save him, but it cut off some days from his stay in the
clink.
On more than one occasion our thirst for revenge on the stew was
gratified by seeing it heaved all over the floor by a sudden roll of
the boat in rough weather.
Our chief form of entertainment while aboard ship, in addition to the
band concerts, was the vaudeville shows that were given. Among our
cosmopolitan crowd much fine talent was discovered--songs, readings,
exhibitions of juggling, boxing competitions, etc.--served to while
away the monotony of the voyage and make life livable during the
crossing.
Church services were held regularly every Sunday; the two
denominations represented were Church of England (Episcopal) and
Roman Catholic. Mass was held at eight-thirty and the Protestant
minister commenced his service at ten-thirty, at which were assembled
all the balance of the battalion. Although my attendance was
compulsory, these services were deeply impressive and will remain in
my memory as long as I live. The majestic ship ploughing through the
water and the swish of the spray mingling with the men's voices as we
sang the hymns we learned in childhood made a lasting impression on
all of us, and I am sure that the emotion of those moments has stayed
with every man throughout our campaign in France and since.
CHAPTER VI
LAND AHOY
On a beautiful evening in the fall, after a voyage of twenty-two days
on the water, the transports quietly stole, one by one, into the
harbor of Plymouth. None of the townspeople had the remotest idea
that the Colonials were anywhere near England, and it was not until
the _Strathcona Horse_ displayed a huge pennant from the ship, which
was anchored close to the quay, that our identity was disclosed. It
took them but a couple of seconds to grasp the fact that the
Canadians had arrived in England, and in less than half an hour the
harbor was alive with every conceivable kind of craft, loaded near to
the sinking point with cheering humanity.
I wish I could describe my sensations as I once again looked upon the
green fields of my native land. To find out how much one loves his
home he must leave it, and after my voluntary exile of six or seven
years, I wanted to shout and sing for very joy.
We English may be dense, thick-headed, slow to act, and guilty of
several other things charged to us, but I doubt if any nation could
love its country with more intensity than true Englishmen.
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