ecturing over
the country will look on it with a lenient and a kindly eye.

To my wife, who has helped me greatly and who has been my inspiration in
this, as in all else, I should have inscribed this volume had she not urged
the present dedication. But she prefers it as it is, for "the boys who will
never come back" gave themselves for her and for all sister-women the world
over.

H.R.P.

CONTENTS

Chapter

I THE CALL--TO ARMS

II IN THE OLD COUNTRY

III BACK TO CANADA--I DON'T THINK

IV ARE WE DOWNHEARTED? NO!

V UNDER FIRE

VI THE MAD MAJOR

VII WHO STARTED THE WAR?

VIII "AND OUT OF EVIL THERE SHALL COME THAT WHICH IS GOOD"

IX ALL FUSSED UP AND NO PLACE TO GO

X HELLO! SKY-PILOT!

XI VIVE LA FRANCE ET AL BELGE!

XII CANADIANS--THAT'S ALL

XIII TEARS AND NO CHEERS

XIV "THE BEST O' LUCK--AND GIVE 'EM HELL!"

XV OUT OF IT

XVI GERMAN TERMINOLOGICAL INEXACTITUDES

XVII THE LAST CHAPTER

THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF A SOLDIER WHILE ON ACTIVE SERVICE

SOME THINGS THAT WE OUGHT AND OUGHT NOT TO SEND

PRIVATE PEAT

CHAPTER I

THE CALL--TO ARMS

"Well," said old Bill, "I know what war is ... I've been through it with
the Boers, and here's one chicken they'll not catch to go through this
one."

Ken Mitchell stirred his cup of tea thoughtfully. "If I was old enough,
boys," said he, "I'd go. Look at young Gordon McLellan; he's only seventeen
and he's enlisted."

That got me. It was then that I made up my mind I was going whether it
lasted three months, as they said it would, or five years, as I thought it
would, knowing a little bit of the geography and history of the country we
were up against.

We were all sitting round the supper table at Mrs. Harrison's in Syndicate
Avenue, Edmonton, Alberta. War had been declared ten days before, and there
had been a call for twelve hundred men from our city. Six hundred were
already with the colors.

Now, to throw up a nice prosperous business and take a chance at something
you're not sure of getting into after all, is some risk, and quite an
undertaking as well. But I had lived at the McLellens' for years and knew
young Gordon and his affairs so well that I thought if he could tackle it,
there was no reason why I shouldn't.

"Well, Bill, I'm game to go, if you will," I said. Bill had just declared
his intention rather positively,