“I ran into Edward on the docks last night. He's also thinking of signing up. I know Mother won't like it, but Father will understand. Going to kick the Germans' butts and get paid for it… that will be an adventure! And I have never been away from Newfoundland so this is my chance.”
“At first I thought they were taking anyone who wants to fight. Now I read you have to be at least 5 foot 4 inches and weigh 140 pounds. I can pass that but my age is a problem. You must be 19 years old and I am only 17. What can I do? I really want to go. Edward said he would go with me to the recruitment office and he has a plan. I really hope it's a good one.”
“Edward's plan was brilliant! Before we got to the office, I put a small piece of paper with the number “18“ on it inside my shoe. When the Sergeant asked me my age, I told him I was “over 18” which was technically true. I didn't lie. Mother can't do anything about it now. Edward and I leave for training at Pleasantville tomorrow. I am very excited!”
