what happened is that in Ste-Anne when they operated on me, they swabbed my leg with ether. I didn't know it at the time, but I was allergic to ether. After the operation, my leg swelled up not twice but a good third bigger than normal. It was red, red, red. When the doctor came by to examine me he said, ''You can go home tomorrow''. But I asked him to look at my leg first. I pulled back the blanket and he exclaimed, ''Ah!'' He said, ''That's another thing entirely. You're better off being transferred back to the hospital''. So they took me back to the hospital and they examined me. They gave me baths with... well, they had a solar lamp and they directed that on my leg for several minutes, three times per day. That's how I was able to keep my leg. It went back to normal. Three weeks later, I returned to the camp in Farnham. I was a bit traumatised. I was in shock and I would say it took me a couple weeks to get back to normal. The ones we trained were volunteers, people who signed up as volunteers and hadn't been called up by law. Because they had passed a law that said that every young man between such and such an age, and who wasn't married, was obliged to report to the army. We called them ''zombies''. They were forced. The military police even went to get them. A lot