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Getaway

Getaway

Whiting, F. J.
Hockman, Stanley

Paperback

Military BiographiesWorld War I

ISBN10: 1552124274
ISBN13: 9781552124277
Publisher: Authorhouse
Published: Jul 11 2000
Pages: 200
Weight: 0.57
Height: 0.46 Width: 5.50 Depth: 8.50
Language: English
In the spring of 1915, when the sinking of the Lusitania screamed across the headlines, 20 year old Frank Whiting dropped out of agricultural college. He left his Saskatchewan farm to the care of his father and younger brother and went - very reluctantly indeed - to the hell and horror of World War I. Serving with his university corps in the PPCLI, he survived the battles of Ypres, Sanctuary Wood, The Somme, Vimy Ridge and Passchendaele. He changed as the dreadful years dragged on, from a green kid, innocent, trustful and believing everything my elders told me. After three years of war I was no longer innocent; I believed nothing except that God had died or didn't care. My trustfulness and dependence had given place to a well-developed ability to look after myself. I was an expert at dodging parades, guards and fatigues when out on a so-called rest. In the trenches I knew all there was to know about making the poorest of dugouts comfortable; how to rustle food and whiskey from officers and others whom I thought were getting more than their share of good things. I could tell the instant a battery or machine-gun spoke whether to hurl myself prone or walk on indifferently. To me the war was something to be endured and, if possible, survived, At twenty-three I was an old soldier in everything the term implied - and little of it was good.

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