 I'd heard about it in the newspapers. They were looking for help, and so I spoke to my father about it, and he said, way you go. So I got on a train, went to Ontario, and I met a family there that I stayed with wherever I went. Isabel and Joe, Morrison. They had one son, and through her, I worked in the shell-filling plant at Ajax to begin with, and she moved to where they were making bombs, and had me go along, and so.