so I was a bit surprised when he replied
in his old familiar drawl:
"All right, but you'll have to pass the doctor first. I'm pretty sure I can
get by, but I'm not so certain about you."
Ken Mitchell looked up at that and, smiling at me, said, "I can imagine
almost anything in this world, but I can't imagine Peat a soldier."
"Well, we'll see about that, Ken," I replied, and with that the supper came
to an end.
That evening Bill and I went over to the One-Hundred-and-First Barracks,
but there was nothing doing, as word had just come from Ottawa to stop
recruiting. It was on the twenty-second of August, 1914, before the office
was opened again, and on that day we took another shot at our luck.
The doctor gave me the "once over" while Bill stood outside.
"One inch too small around the chest," was the verdict.
"Oh, Doc, have a heart!"
"No," he said, "we have too many men now to be taking a little midget like
you." That was disappointment number two. I walked out and reported to
Bill, and I need not say that that loyal friend did not try to pass without
me.
That night--August twenty-second--I slept very little. I had made up my
mind that I was going to the war, and go I would, chest or no chest. Before
morning I had evolved many plans and adopted one. I counted on my
appearance to put me through. I am short and slight. I'm dark and
curly-haired. I can pass for a Frenchman, an American, a Belgian; or at a
pinch a Jew.
I had my story and my plan ready when the next day I set out to have
another try. At twelve-thirty I was seated on Major Farquarhson's veranda
where I would meet him and see him alone when he came home to lunch.
"Excuse me, Doctor," I said when he appeared, "but I'm sure you would pass
me if you only knew my circumstances."
"Well?" snapped the major.
"You see, sir, my two brothers have been killed by the Germans in Belgium,
and my mother and sisters are over there. I _must_ go over to avenge them."
I shivered; I quaked in my shoes. Would the major speak to me in French? I
did not then know as much as _Bon jour_.
But luck was with me. To my great relief Major Farquarhson replied, as he
walked into the house, "Report to me this afternoon; I will pass you."
August 28, 1914, saw old Bill--Bill Ravenscroft--and me enlisted for the
trouble.
A few days later Bill voiced the opinion of the majority of the soldiers
when he said, "Oh, this bloomin' war will be over in three months." No
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