"Good!" the officer is pleased. He helps you fill out all of your paperwork, and soon you are training in Valcartier, Quebec. You are not an exceptional soldier— most aren't, but your enthusiasm brightens the other soldiers' day.

One of the men— or shall we say, boy, as he seems to only be seventeen, Sam, becomes your best friend.

After a few months of basic training, you are shipped off to Europe as part of the Canadian Expeditionary Force.

As the munitions officer is handing out supplies, he furrows his brow.

"We seem to be on short supply of the Lee Enfields," he says, "so do you mind if I give you one of the old Ross Rifles?"

"Oh no, that sounds fine."

"Look in the back for another Lee Enfield, please."