Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Samson Young

Major Sampson Young is a first generation Canadian who immigrated to Canada as one of those thousands of refugees from South-East Asia. He is a Signals officer (RCCS) who joined the Canadian Armed Forces in 1990 and has been to two peacekeeping missions and two taskings (one in Canada and one at SHAPE (NATO)): 2006 in Bosnia, 2013 in D.R. Congo, 2014 in North West Territories and 2016 in Belgium. He has lived in three countries in three different political systems, from monarchy to communist in Laos, to monarchy in Thailand and now in a democratic system in Canada.

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Monday, May 29, 2017

Wayne Marshall

"I joined the Army in the fall of 1952, and went into a new apprentice soldier programme for boys that were sixteen years old. It was part of the regular Army. I served on continuously from then right up until just before I was fifty-six years old, giving me almost forty years of regular service."

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John Slater

"And all I was interested in was, I’m going home. It was a lovely time when I got that message. I thought, oh, thank God. I’m alive. And then, boom, shook the hell out of me."

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Laurence Giselle Bennett

When I enlisted, you chose what you would like to be. You could go into administration; that is stenography and that sort of thing. You could go into signals, RT was radio traffic control, which is what I wanted, different departments and I wanted traffic control but unfortunately, the section was closed when I applied so you had to go through a test and they helped you determine where you should go. And they decided signals would be for me because I guess I had rhythm and I could recognize things of that nature, so that’s why I went into signals, wireless training.

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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Marshall Chow

Marshall Chow in Kingston, Ontario

This North Battleford, Saskatchewan native volunteered for service in Europe where he served for 4 years as a wireless operator.


Thursday, May 25, 2017

Mary Laura Wong

Mary Laura Wong (Mah) enlisted with the CWAC (Canadian Women's Army Corps) in Vancouver, British Columbia where she was employed as a teletype keyboard operator. « View Transcript


Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Hart Compilation

CTV Montreal: Heroic veteran recalls Dieppe raid | CTV Montreal News

Dieppe veterans recall fateful WWII battle

Dieppe remembered, 70 years later: ‘We reached the beach, all hell broke loose’ - The Globe and Mail

Signaling celebrations and military achievements | Kingston East News

Dieppe hero recounts his role on that fateful day

Canadian and Allied Jews at the Raid on Dieppe
Two Canadian Jews were honored for their part in this battle. Sgt. David Lloyd Hart, Royal Canadian Corps of Signals, of Montreal, received the Military Medal at Buckingham Palace in the presence of hie two brothers who are also serving overseas, for his courage and efficiency in maintaining radio operations on the headquarters staff barge while it was under heavy enemy fire.

Canadian Dieppe Raid Veteran says it was supposed to be just another drill.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Alice Elizabeth Wilson (nee Slinger)

I guess I was in Grade 13 when the war broke out and as soon as I finished high school, I joined up. I thought that sounded like the best bet for me. I liked the idea of the naval service.

Well, I enlisted at HMCS York in Toronto, that was the closest one to where - I came from Guelph and that was the closest place. When I decided to go in the navy, I was sent to Saint-Hyacinthe in Quebec for my training in wireless. Well, it was very different. I found it was a very – the camaraderie was very good and also by deciding to take the wireless, I wanted to take something where I could have a course and have extensive training, really. You know, I could have joined as anything and I knew I had decided I wanted to take what would give me the most training.

Well, I went to Coverdale naval station outside of Moncton, New Brunswick. Well, that’s where I practiced my trade of listening for U-boats. Well, we intercepted communications in German U-boats and took bearings on their location and on their transmissions. Their messages only lasted about 30 seconds so you had to be quick to get them.

Oh, well there, well, we had what we called Operations where we worked to begin with and then we were sent out to shacks, they called them shacks. So nobody knew, nobody could see them. We were up high on a hill at Coverdale and then when we were sent out to these shacks to do our work, nobody could see what we were doing, we’d worked all night long. Well, we used to work, well, 12 hour shifts. Actually, our work was top secret, we couldn’t tell anybody what we did. I couldn’t tell anybody at home what I did. I wasn’t allowed to. And in fact, this friend in Guelph sent me a Christmas card and said – I thought she was being facetious that she said, “Don’t sink too many submarines.” So I quickly tore up her letters in case somebody found it because we weren’t to tell anybody what we did and of course, I hadn’t, not even my parents or my brothers and sisters.

Oh well, I was a wireless telegrapher and when the war with Germany was over, I stayed in and I took the – well, the Germans used Morse Code. And so I stayed in and the war with Japan was on so I stayed in for that. And the Japanese code was, we had to do it on typewriters because it was so long, the code, it was the Germans plus a few more characters. So actually, I was in New York on leave when the war with Germany ended and I went there and for two weeks’ holiday.

And we had our very dowdy uniforms, our black stockings and black Oxfords and the Americans had these beautiful all summery outfits, they had like cotton dresses and shoes with pumps and nylons stockings and so they were very much more fashionable than we were.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Thomas Hanson

My name is Tom Hanson. I was born in Montreal and joined the Army in Montreal in early September 1939. I was trained as a commercial telegraph operator before the war, so I joined the Signal Corps, naturally.

I went overseas with 1st Corps Signals, and served with them in England until mid-September of 1943, at which time we were sent to Sicily with the 2nd Contingent, including the 5th Division and a number of core troops, artillery regiments, to reinforce the 1st Division which were already there. To support them and create, in effect, a full Canadian corps.

I served in Italy, coming up as far as Ravenna on the Adriatic coast and taking along the way the action at Cassino. From Ravenna we moved down to Naples and then to Marseille to join the Canadian Army in northwest Europe. I was with them until the end of hostilities, and then volunteered for action in the Pacific. I came home, but the war in the Pacific ended before the proposed 6th Canadian Division was mobilized and could be moved there effectively.

Because my wife and my children have asked me very often about the war, and not willing to be fatiguing about it, I started to write about it, and I've written so far about three particular incidents. The death of a young soldier while he and I were talking. Another one concerns a line patrol to repair a ruptured communication line with my Corporal, who received the Military Medal for that particular action. Also, one about the experience of being bombed out in a soldiers' hostel in London in 1941.

In this one incident, I was a Sergeant in the signals section attached to the 1st Canadian Medium Artillery Regiment, and included in this section was a component known as the 'Line Section'. They were responsible in the signals for laying telegraph lines. One night when we were in Ravenna, and getting a fairly heavy counter battery fire, a Corporal of the Line Section – a chap by the name of Percy Gunn – came up to me and told me that he was out of manpower. His men were all employed, and we had to go out and find break in the communication line to some other artillery regiment, and could I find a man for him. I couldn't find one, so I went with him. While I was senior in rank to him, I was acting under his direction because it was his trade, not mine. Anyway, it was pretty busy. We got caught in fairly heavy shellfire at the point where the line had been burned out, because a truck loaded with ammunition or fuel or something had been hit and burned. It was kind of noisy and very lit up, which gives you the impression the whole German Army are looking over your shoulder. So we got the job done, got it fixed and went back, and a result of that, Perce Gunn got the Military Medal.

Jack Neilson

My name is Jack Neilson. I served in the Canadian Army Signal Corps. And I think that from a very early age I was destined to join the armed forces. My great grandfather served in the British Army. My grandfather in the Canadian Army during 1918. And my father in the army from 1930 to 1951.

My own service runs from 1954 to 1982. I had a desire for travel and adventure and looked on the military as the best way to fulfill that desire. In 1954 I joined the Naval Reserve as a communicator. In 1955 I transferred to the regular Navy, again, as a communicator and I set off for HMCS Cornwallis for basic training. Things went well 'til the end of basic when we were on a final training cruise and it was discovered my eyesight wasn't good enough for my trade. Kind of a funny story on that one. The first incident was I reported a light which ended up being a star just rising over the horizon. The second was reporting an aircraft which turned out to be a seagull. That's when they sent me for the eye test. So my only options given were to transfer to cook or steward or take my leave 'cause all the other trades were full. Even though I'd attempted a career in the Navy, I always wonder if the army should have been my choice.

They released me from the Navy and I was told to report to the Army Recruiting Centre in Winnipeg. In September of '56 I enlisted in the army and I reported to the School of Signals in Kingston, Ontario. And at that time basic training was infantry-oriented, very tough. This was followed by driver training and dispatch rider training. Dispatch riders delivered messages in the field by motorcycles or sometimes by Jeep. On completion of training I was posted to the 1st Canadian Infantry Division Signals Regiment in Camp Borden, Ontario as a dispatch rider.

In 1958, was assigned to 3 Brigade Signals which relocated to Gagetown, New Brunswick. In 1961 I did a partial tour in October to November, with the United Nations operation in the Congo. And I worked out of Leopoldville, which is now Kinshasa in a detachment to provide communications relay functions. Our mandate was to prevent civil war, arrange a cease fire and halt all military operations. Prior to this was the apprehension and detention of all foreign military and para-military personnel not under UN command. And it was specifically related to mercenaries. Use of force was authorized. Maintaining the territorial integrity of the Congo was added to the mandate which led to the UN fighting the ... forces in the Catanga Province, these were led by foreign mercenaries again.

On return from the Congo I was a posted to a newly formed unit attached NORTHAG, the Northern Army Group of NATO. We provided strategic communications at the headquarters level and tactical communications for the British Army of the Rhine. Our role was to act as a first line reaction defensive force in the event of a Soviet invasion.

On return from NORTHAG in 1965 I was posted to Camp Borden Signal Squadron where we provided communications facilities and working in a blast-proof underground bunker. This also had facilities so the Ontario Government could continue to function in the event of a nuclear attack.

And then in 1966 the Canadian Armed Forces Motorcycle Display Team was formed to participate in centennial activities during 1967. I volunteered and, after very rugged testing and evaluation period was selected for their team. We provided a 45-minute show which included high speed precision riding, acrobatic stunts on motorcycles, jumping through fire, etcetera. We also provided two 10-man teams who provided similar services to the Canadian Armed Forces Tattoo.

From May to October in 1967 we did a cross Canada tour performing in 105 locations from BC to Newfoundland.

Michael Gerard Blaise “Chip” Young

I went up around the Annapolis Valley [Nova Scotia], but the camp I finally went to, to take my training, my basic training, and my advanced training, was at the Barriefield [Camp], [in Kingston,] Ontario. And it was good up there, we lived in tents. In fact, I ran into my older brother who was in the army, he was up there at Barriefield waiting on an overseas draft for England at that time. The oldest brother, his name is Cletus, John Cletus, he’s up in Sudbury, up around Sudbury, Ontario or Sault Ste. Marie. He’s in his 90s now.

I believe, from Kingston, Ontario, when the first time, I was up in Barriefield and that and missed the drafts, I think it was after that that I went up to Yellowknife, Northwest Territories. And, from Yellowknife, I went to Norman Wells, Northwest Territories. And I went to a place they called Baker Lake, Northwest Territories, as an army radio operator. And that was a four-man [station], there was a sergeant and a cook and three of us operators, by the Baker Lake, there were other [radio stations in the north], not very much. I can remember that, at times, I met Eskimos that had never seen a white man, a white person before, and the caribou herds used to, right on the camp, was right next to the station, right next to the caribou trail. Caribous start marching by, it might take five, six days, or a week for the whole herd to pass through. It was thousands upon thousands upon thousands. You wouldn’t believe it, it’s something you’d have to see to believe.

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Sunday, June 19, 2016

Faces of War

This database features photographs of men and women who served in the Canadian Forces during the Second World War. Taken from the Department of National Defence (DND) collection at Library and Archives Canada, these photographs depict military life during the Second World War.
Visitors can search almost 2500 images from the DND collection, representing each branch of the Canadian Forces: Army, Navy and Air Force.

Signal officers of the Women’s Royal Canadian Naval Service (W.R.C.N.S.), Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, October 1943. Link

Signaller Irene Cheshire of the Women’s Royal Canadian Naval Service (W.R.C.N.S.), H.M.C.S. CORNWALLIS, Deep Brook, Nova Scotia, Canada, August 1945. Link

Signallers Marian Wingate and Margaret Little of the Women’s Royal Canadian Naval Service at work. Link

Signallers, Royal Canadian Navy Signal Station, Gordon Head, British Columbia, Canada, 17 March 1942. Link

Signalman A. McNeil entering Caen in a captured German halftrack vehicle, Caen, France, 10 July 1944. Link

Signalman F. Roy of the Royal Canadian Corps of Signals (R.C.C.S.), 9th Canadian Infantry Brigade, stringing wires for a signals exchange, Normandy, France, 24 June 1944. Link

Signalman F.R.J. Savage of the Royal Canadian Corps of Signals (R.C.C.S.) and the 9th Canadian Infantry Brigade reads the inscription on a plaque dedicated to an unknown British soldier buried on 9-10 November 1920. Boulogne, France, 19 September 1944. Link

Signalman J. Bennett of the 1st Canadian Railway Telegraph Company, Royal Canadian Engineers (R.C.E.), installing wire on a pole in the railway yards, Louvain, Belgium, 6 January 1945. Link

Signalman J.A. Knirchk, Royal Canadian Corps of Signals (R.C.C.S.), 4th Canadian Armoured Division, stringing a line on a statue, Eikelenberg, Belgium, 23 October 1944. Link

Signalman J.T. Prime of 1st Canadian Army Signals, Royal Canadian Corps of Signals (R.C.C.S.), operating a local radio receiver and remote unit, Zeddam, Netherlands, 4 April 1945. Link

Signalman N.L. Garrant and G.K. Gree of the 9th Canadian Infantry Brigade digging a slit trench in the Normandy beachhead, France, ca. 8-9 June 1944. Link

Signalman Rusty Forsythe and Captain R.W. Armstrong digging slit trenches during Operation SPRING south of Ifs, France, 25 July 1944. Link

Signalmen Clark and Waters operating a signal projector aboard the destroyer H.M.C.S. ASSINIBOINE at sea, 1940. Link

Signals Centre of the 5th Canadian Armoured Division near Castelnuovo, Italy, 17 March 1944.
(Foreground, L-R): Signalman C.H. Groat, Corporal W.G. Davenport, Signalman W.D. Lansdell, Lance-Corporal A.B. Mitchell, Signalman C.K. Hillyer. (Rear, L-R): Captain G.R. Kell, Sergeant-Major A.L. Hurst. Link

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Tom Jenkins - NATO, Peacekeeping

Tom Jenkins joined the Artillery Reserves in Brandon, Manitoba while still in high school in 1972. In January, 1974 he was released from the Reserves and joined the regular force of the Canadian Forces. After basic training at Canadian Forces Recruit School Cornwallis in Nova Scotia, he reported for trades training at the Canadian Forces School of Communications and Electronics at Canadian Forces Base Kingston, Ontario. There he was trained as a Communicator Research Operator, working in the signals intelligence field.
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Thursday, June 9, 2016

Heros Remembered - James Gratto - When the Belgian People Left

When the Belgian people were taken, fled out of the country, it was just like walking into a villa. Which is a villa, but it's a house like in Bay Ridge but they call them villas right? You walk into a house and the clothes are still hanging in the closet, a jacket might be still on the back of a chair because all they took was their money or valuables and left. If not, they would have been hacked to death. Link

Canadian Forces in Congo

Collection of interviews with veterans of the Canadian Forces recount their experience of military service in Congo. The veterans of this video are: Bob Terry, Fred LeBlanc, Ed Dubinsky, Ron Knapton, Bert Diamond and James Gratto. Link

Heros Remembered - Ron Knapton - First Impressions of the Congo

Mr. Knapton describes the sights when first arriving in the Congo. Link

Raymond LaBrosse - Behind Enemy Lines

Raymond LaBrosse - Behind Enemy Lines

Fighting a rising sense of dread, Lucien Dumais slowed his bicycle. Standing in the bombedout roadway ahead, with a rifle slung over his shoulder, was a German Army sergeant, signalling him to halt. It was late fall 1943. Dumais and his travelling companion, Raymond LaBrosse, had just left the French city of Rennes and were on their way to the Britanny coast to complete a dangerous task. This holdup could easily end their mission, endangering the lives of many people, including themselves.
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Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Jim Hueglin - Memories of the Congo ONUC

Memories of the Congo ONUC, A work in progress
            I was born on 15 July 1940 in Stratford, Ontario to Mabel Haines and Eugene Hueglin and I have one brother who is three years older than me. My early years were spent in Stratford, Guelph, and Dover Township, Ontario. June and I married on 23 Dec 1961 and we had our first child, Stephen on 22 Dec 1962.
            In 1961 I was unemployed, with a Grade XII education and living with my parents in the countryside outside Chatham, Ontario. No member of my family had ever been in the Canadian military, however, for some unknown reason I had a desire to join the Army so I went on my own to the Recruiting Office in Chatham to inquire about enlisting.
            On 2 February 1961, I was sent to No 7 Personnel Depot in London, Ontario where, after my first military haircut, I participated in various forms of testing to determine whether I was mentally, physically and technically acceptable to join, and what I would be best suited to do.
            On 23 February 1961, I was Taken on Strength of the Royal Canadian Corps of Signals and underwent six months of basic training at the Royal Canadian Regiment Depot, Wolseley Barracks, in London. My first six months at the Depot involved living four to a room, Kit layouts, frequent inspections, a good deal of marching and saluting and field craft. It was a time when each recruit kept a bayonet and rifle in their clothes locker and, a breach block in their barrack box. My wake up call each morning was a metal pipe being thrown along the terrazzo floor outside my room.
            On completion of Basic Training I was shipped off to the School of Signals in Kingston, Ontario. The initial time in Kingston involved indoctrination training into the way Signals did things, Technical Preparatory Training, and getting to know the other seven individuals who shared my one room, double bunked, living space.
            Following the aforementioned I commenced a long Group 1 training course, in Kingston, as a Teletype & Cipher Equipment Technician, a trade that required that I have a high level security clearance. During the time I was on course June and I married in Chatham. This was not as easy as it sounds since I had to receive my superior's permission to marry and live on the economy and, because of the course I was on, there was some concern that I would be living with someone who did not have a security clearance. As an aside, at the time we married, an Other Rank had to be 21 years old to receive, in addition to a monthly basic pay of $115.00, before deductions, a Marriage Maintenance Allowance of $30.00 and a Subsistence Allowance of $100.00 to help defray the cost of living on the economy.
            On completion of the course I was posted, within the School of Signals, to the teletype maintenance organization (X Tp), that operated out of the Genet Building, working with a memorable group of technicians. Most of this group were solid role models in terms of work and family, however, ... On completion of a Junior NCO Course on 28 March 1963, I was promoted Corporal.
            22 November 1963, the day JFK was assassinated, I was in the Orderly Room in the Forde Building at Vimy Barracks in Kingston signing a document that read that should I not appear for a tour of duty in the Republic of the Congo I would be classified as a deserter. Before deployment June and Stephen moved to live with her parents in Chatham and, as was then required I made a mandatory pay allotment to June of $60.00 per month.
            Our contingent flew via Pisa, Italy in a Yukon, turboprop aircraft, from Trenton, Ontario, to N'idjili airport in Leopoldville, Congo to join other members of 57 Canadian Signals Unit who were already serving there After takeoff from Trenton, with this being the first time I had flown, it was somewhat disconcerting when the pilot feathered the engine as the aircraft reached its cruising altitude. The change from the noise of the aircraft labouring  to gain height, to dead silence when it leveled off was a shock I will never forget. In Pisa, along with other tourists, I climbed the Leaning Tower and, later in the day watched others from our contingent trying to pass Canadian Tire money off as legal Canadian currency at the hotel where we were billeted. When we landed at the airport in Leopoldville, the aircraft door opened and the smell and atmosphere of Africa came wafting in.
            In  the course of my deployment my time was split between Leopoldville and Elizabethville. Leopoldville, being a city at an elevation of 240 m, some 515 km inland from, and East of the Atlantic Ocean and 480 km south of the Equator was hot, humid and rainy. Life there was quite routine in many ways. I climbed up and down seven flights of stairs more than once a day since the elevator in our quarters did not work.  There were about 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of darkness. It rained everyday at about the same time. I had access to a community swimming pool that was always as warm as tea. Off duty life centred around the wet canteen and its liquor and Polar beer; an outdoor area where movies were shown at night on a large screen; buying local Franks on the black market with the Canadian $10 bill June mailed to me in a magazine; an occasional trip downtown to the ivory market area to buy souvenirs such as a jewellery box, mask, spear or Katanga cross; or a walk along the Congo River to watch the locals in dugout canoes or view the statues of King Leopold and Stanley.
            I walked everyday to and from my quarters to my place of work in the UN Headquarters Building (Athenee Royale). I stood guard on occasion outside our quarters with an unloaded weapon. I worked the day shift in a maintenance shop above the tape relay centre along with some of the same people I had worked with in X Tp and I mostly chummed around with a fellow by the name of Bob Leckie.
            My work dress was a blue beret, armlets with rank, Corps and Unit designation, an Indian Bush shirt, khaki shorts, a web belt and buckle, knee high socks and suede jungle boots. You could tell you had been in theatre for awhile if you had hair on your knees from not wearing long pants.
            Other fond memories include buying a Phillips tape recorder and short wave radio; recording Congolese music; listening to CBC Radio International as The Beatles arrived in North America and the Bonaventure headed for Cyprus transporting Canadian troops. Other less fond memories include Wally Shannon, the SSM, who insisted we play what came to be called "Wally Ball" (at one time his wife was Head Waitress at the Vimy Officer's Mess); only getting milk when the next Yukon flight arrived; seeing people eating from the kitchen waste area outside our mess hall; and witnessing the local police arresting young people, throwing them into the back of a vehicle and carting them off to jail.
            The teletype equipment we maintained were electromechanical in design and included the Teletype Corporation Model 15 teleprinter and the Model 28 teleprinter, perforator/reperforator combination; and the Kleinschmidt TT-4 teleprinter. These were all mid 1900's pieces of equipment that were widely used in the US and Canadian military and that, for the most part, were easy to maintain. The Model 15 and Model 28 lent themselves to static installations in message centres whereas the TT-4 was a portable piece of equipment that was well suited to field use. I, however, can remember one instance when it took me a great deal of time to repair a singularly frustrating TT-4. The Typex cipher machine used was a variation of an electromechanical device, with changeable rotors, that first came into use with the British military prior to WW II. It was big, bulky and, I believe, weighed about 120 lbs. To the best of my knowledge it required a good deal of operator maintenance and was time consuming to operate. After my return I heard a tale that for security reasons, and since there was no value in bringing them home, all the in-theatre Typex machines were dropped out of an aircraft into the Congo river.
            Quarters were primitive as I lived on the seventh floor of an apartment building with no operating elevator, no laundry facilities, cots with tin cans filled with liquid to deter creatures from climbing in to bed with you and ants continuously streaming up and down the building, foraging for everything they could carry away. Our laundry was collectively stomped on in a bath tub by a houseboy and sun dried on the roof of our quarters. There was no need for starch when they were ironed because of the residual salt they contained.
            Elizabethville, being a city at an elevation of 1208 m, some 1570 km by air inland to the East of Leopoldville, and 1300 km south of the Equator, was cooler and drier than Leopoldville. Life there was quite different and getting there and back was hair-raising. On the flight to Elizabethville it took the pilot three tries to get the plane airborne; that is to say he roared it down the runway, realized that he could not lift it off, aborted the takeoff and taxied back to his starting point and tried again.  On the return flight some months later, on a stop at one of the other detachments, the plane came in to land, bounced when it hit the runway, took off again and circled around before making a safe landing. As I recall, the plane was a Douglas DC-3 flown by civilian pilots hired by the UN.
Once in Elizabethville life became routine once again, but in a different way. I lived with other detachment members in a ground level villa. We had our own French Canadian cook and the houseboy, and his family, lived in a small dwelling behind the villa. The local UN Headquarters building was a short walk away and getting there and back offered an opportunity to interact with the local community and practice basic Kiswahili such as Jambo, habari gani, habari nzuri, misouri kapisa, umke na watoto howa jambo. The houseboy was not adverse to inviting me into his family home and introducing me to a local dish of manioc and beef in Pili-Pili sauce. Since practising my trade did not occupy all my time, my secondary duty was to assist our cook on ration runs. This involved trips with him to the local market to buy fresh food using our own transportation, and dealings with Indian and Pakistani troops who collectively ran the local UN Rations Depot and provided transportation to the Depot and back. What was most interesting about this situation was that, notwithstanding the hostility that then existed between India and Pakistan, the troops got along very well. Often, after a ration run our cook would wind up bartering the UN supplied food, e.g. canned bully beef, for local produce. Local sights included giant ant hills, malachite mines, and the local zoo and its chain smoking chimpanzee.
            I arrived back in Trenton on Thursday, 28 May 1964. Rather than quarantine us  for the weekend at Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto, Ontario we were told to report back on the following Monday for post deployment medical examination for, among other things, parasites. I think we all welcomed the chance to immediately see our family, however, It made no sense then, and it still doesn't. At the time, June and Stephen were staying in Preston, Ontario with my brother and his wife so I hitchhiked there for the weekend. When I was dropped off on the highway outside Preston I was hungry so, before heading off on foot to find my brother's house, I stopped at a restaurant and bought a piece of cherry pie to satisfy a craving I had.
            During my post deployment leave, June, Stephen and I stayed with June's parents in Chatham. Shortly after we started staying with them my barrack box arrived at the local Customs Office. After clearing customs, and bringing It to June's parent's house, I opened my barrack box and, lo and behold, out wafted the smell of Africa. From the money we saved during my deployment to the Congo June and I purchased a used Volkswagen Beetle and a Vilas kitchen table and four chairs. We still have the table.
So endeth the story.