On some of the other transports they fared even worse.

My son, with a lot of other privates, was lying on the floor of the lowest deck in his boat, when a voice shouted down the gangway, "Lookout boys, there's a horse coming down." They cleared away just in time for a horse to land safely in the hold, having performed one of those miraculous feats which horses so often do without damage to themselves.
On the 15th of February we arrived off the west coast of France and disembarked at St.Nazaire.Our life now took on fresh interest.
Everything about us was new and strange.

As a Quebecer I felt quite at home in a French town.

A good sleep in a comfortable hotel was a great refreshment after the voyage.

In the afternoon of the following day we entrained for the front.