Life was hard near the frontlines. Everyone on the same side was friendly, regardless of race.
What a clever joke, Earl. I assume Andy taught you that one?
Oh, I don't take any responsibility for this one, dearest Marjorie.
No, not Earl, not my Earl!
Quick, Andy! I believe that Earl is having a hemorrhage!
My pet patient Earl King the boy who adopted me for his big sister, died this A.M. at 7:15. Had hemorrhage at 3:15 A.M. The poor boy lost consciousness immediately. My heart was broken. Cried most of the day and could not sleep.
I didn't even want to be here in the first place. I'm a Status Indian, but I got conscripted before the exemption.
Why little Earl? I joined to bring honor to my people, but all this death is making me wish the war would end sooner.
Well now that you're here, just take it easy and drink a beer.
After Armistice, soldiers were stuck in England. One First Nations soldier, F.O Loft, tried to take advantage of this situation.
I need to talk to the King about how the British are not upholding our treaty rights!
No! Come back when you're part of a legitimate organization.
Back at the reserves...
Since when do you drink alcohol, Arthur? And I saw the blood you coughed up. Are you OK?