What often happens is combat teams are mixed between English and French soldiers from across Canada, orders are given in English and the French guys don't understand. Or, the orders are given in French and the English guys don't understand. . . . [A]nd they walk out with a big interrogation point on their face.

[…] she gave no sign of the wave of repugnance that swept over her except that her fingers suddenly crisped.

I told him about everything I could think of; and what I couldn't think of he did. He asked about six questions during my yarn, but every question had a point to it. At the end he bowed and thanked me once more. As a thanker he was main-truck high; I never see anybody so polite.

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