In Valcartier began that splendid comradeship which spread out to all the divisions of the Canadian Corps, and which binds those who went to the great adventure in a brotherhood stronger than has ever been known before.
Valcartier was to me a weird experience.

The tents were cold.

The ground was very hard.

I got it into my mind that a chaplain should live the same life as the private soldier, and should avoid all luxuries.

So I tried to sleep at night under my blanket, making a little hole in the ground for my thigh bone to rest in.