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![]() Articles Native Veterans History Book Research Project from the Shoal Lake Veterans files - by David-Michael Thompson |
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When Canada became involved in the First World War, many young Indian men volunteered their military service for the King and Country. Shoal Lake Anishinabe men volunteered even though Treaty No.3 exempted them from military service. Records indicate that the following Shoal Lake Anishinabe served in the First World War.
Initially, these men enlisted with the 141st "Bull Moose" Battalion and later were transferred to the "Fighting" 52nd Battalion overseas. There are many accounts of the experiences by Indian men in the First World War. However, the most revealing stories are the ones told by the people who were there. These are the stories of Shoal Lake Anishinabe war veterans who lived and survived the First World War.
James Redsky (Esquekesik) I want our children to know that they have a history in this country too. The Indians of Canada have distinguished themselves in many ways from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Their deeds are woven into the very fabric of history in Canada. Emblazoned on monuments across this nation and beyond you will find their names. The Indians of this continent have marked the cliffs and high rocks with their own blood and time will not wash it away; they will not be forgotten. There were four of us from Shoal Lake in the army. They were Grant Ogemah; David Kesick (Jetaquaba); Edward Redsky (Ogimawinini), my brother. It was just luck that we all came back from the hardship that we had to endure. In June of 1915, I enlisted in the Canadian Expeditionary Force at Kenora. Just imagine a little punk, brought up on moose meat and dried fish, standing five-foot six inches, weighing only one hundred and twenty pounds. I was only fifteen years old. When we were training in Kenora, I used to get leave and return to Shoal Lake to visit my dad (Miskokesik) and mother (Endapeek). I remember how they hailed me in my khaki uniform. I was proud of it too. I was placed in the 52nd Canadian Light Infantry, B Company, 8th Platoon - the Machine Gunners. Captain Hardy was the company commander. Since most of us boys were moose eaters from the northwest, we were called "The Bull Moose Battalion" by the rest of the Canadians. My other side-kicks in the army were Horten Douglas and Stewart Moses. When I got to Port Arthur, I made more friends. There was no way for us to become lonesome because there was activity all day and night. In June we left Port Arthur and when we arrived in England, we camped at Shorncliffe. There, we were not allowed to leave camp. Suddenly, we had to leave for France. We crossed the Dover Strait and then boarded big lorries and went to Etaples. Here we received tough training; I received training as a machine gunner. We used to go into the trenches overnight and were not allowed to sleep. Rations started and we were allowed one can of cornbeef and two hardtacks a day. I got very tired until I got used to the routine. After Etaples, we moved nearer to the front lines at Vimy Ridge. From here we could see the big guns. Overhead we saw the dogfights. One plane would chase another and the one coming up behind the other would pass it. Suddenly a plane would come down in flames. After Vimy was taken we went to Cambrai; my very best friend was killed there. He was the only guy I knew really well and was always a good fellow to me. He knew I was just a young boy. We shared everything together. Sometimes when we were short of rations, we would go out at night and buy black bread from the French peasants living close by. Often, we would go together to the pubs and order Vin Blanc or Vin Rouge and then return happy and alive to our billets. After the fall of Cambrai, we marched to Passchendaele, my first grim experience in warfare. That battle was the toughest thing a human being could endure. Some of our Canadian boys could not survive the hardship. Many fell asleep on duty, never to awake again; they drowned in the mud. One morning at Passchendaele, I awoke soaked from the rain. I tried to pick up my packsack but couldn't budge it. Then I heard a whiz-bang coming and I tried to duck but I couldn't get away. The shell exploded four or five feet from me. When I woke up, I was wounded from shrapnel and couldn't move my legs. The Medical Corps sent me to England where I recovered at the Bradford War Hospital. It was a lonesome stay there. I wrote to my mother, explaining to her what had happened. I also wrote to my dearest friend Blanche Anderson in Fort William. I received a letter back from her a few weeks later explaining how sorry she was that I was wounded. She also sent me a small cake and wrote me all during the war. I was always proud of Blanche for the way she treated me. I won't forget her as long as I live. When I was discharged from Bradford, I went back to my regiment. Then one night our regiment started walking and walking. We all knew that something big was cooking but we couldn't see it. But we could smell a battle and by God it was a dirty smell. When I looked at the stars we were moving south. Then I knew we were going straight for the big bulge at Amiens. In the early morning of August the 8th, we went into the front lines. The big guns started and the whole earth shook from a tremendous cannon barrage. Then it got quiet and we went over the top and we advanced for miles without seeing any Germans. When we stopped, the Calvary went by, looking like something out of a motion picture. The next day we moved again until we arrived at Damery. Here, there was bitter fighting as the Germans tried to cut us off. The 52nd French Chasseurs were on our left flank and the British were on our right. If either of these flanks fell, we knew we would be wiped out. We prayed and prayed the boys would not give up. The Germans kept coming, swarming over the trenches in attack. Our machine guns got red hot and the air was filled with smoke. When the fighting finished, I went over to the front line to see the damage. It was an awful mess, Germans and Canadians lay all over, some wounded, some dead. I went back to rest and wrote to Blanche: The boys have gone, but not their sweat nor their blood, that will remain forever.
The citation of the Distinguished Conduct Medal awarded to Private David Kejick (served as Kisek) reads:
Private Kejick's accomplishment was strongly acknowledged by his commanding officer and in fact the Colonel recommended to promote him to the rank of sergeant. However, David kindly refused and said, "I can speak English but not write good".
Shoal Lake Anishinabe Veterans of World War Two (1939-1945)
It is the wishes of people like Willy John and James Redsky that the contributions made by Indian people to Canada be recognized. One day everyone will begin to learn the full history of Canada when they read a book in school about Anishinabe war veterans. In the meantime, every effort is made to provide information to educate the public about this little known history of Native peoples' involvement and contribution in Canada's wars. As the volunteer Research Developer, I take the full responsibility for the accuracy of the historical information presented. The Native Veterans History Book Research Project is in the final stage of information gathering. If there are any questions or comments about the material provided or about the project please contact me. Meegwetch. David-Michael Thompson
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