Well, my name is Percy Jackson. And I’m 83 years old. I was born on the 19th of December, 1926. I was born in Lucasville [Nova Scotia], which is just to be born. Because we were living in Windsor, Nova Scotia, and I decided that I couldn’t wait to get home, so I was born in a farmhouse in Lucasville. And I was always an honours student until I quit in grade ten to join the forces. Because my father went in the forces, the war came, my brother, who I idolized, he was my mentor, he was my hero, he was everything to me, he taught me everything, he was seven years older than me, he went in the armed forces overseas. I was devastated. I was lost. I said, “I have to get in the army. I have to get in the forces, I have to get over there and either rescue my brother or follow my brother. And find him.”

So what happened was that I tried to get in at 14. So I was, I had all the children’s things. We were the only, first of all, we were the only coloured family in that town, there was no other people. We were the only ones in school, the only ones in church, the only ones there. And when my kids look at those school pictures, they look and they’ll say, “Well, where are the rest of the black people?” You know, there was none, just us.

I tried to get in the forces to follow my brother. But when I went there, the guy says, “I’m sorry, but we have your birth certificate and you can’t get in.” So I said, “Okay.” Very disappointed. So I went back home. I tried it again at 16, walked in to Halifax recruiting, no problem whatsoever. I passed 100 percent and everything. And my IQ was high. And I went through everything, and then after the examinations and everything was over, they said, “Congratulations, you passed, you are now in the forces, all you have to do now is go back home for a couple weeks and we will call you. Get your business done and come back and we’ll call you.” So I says, “I don’t have any business to attend to.” “Oh, you don’t, you want to stay right now?” I said, “Yes.”

Went around the line again, in, phase one done. Then I went in the forces and took my basic training in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia. I was a model soldier. And I couldn’t be nothing else because my uniforms had to be pressed properly, my shoes had to be shined really good, and it was my discipline and my own respect that I did this. Because it was instilled in me to be the best. And I guess my superiors recognized this and they made me a section leader within one month in the forces. They made me a section leader. That was in 1944. Then at Christmas, at the end of, just after Christmas, I left after Christmas to go to, I said, we’re ready, all my training was done and they had me. They said, “Well, now you’re going overseas.” My mission, I’m on my way.

And all I could think about, my mission was, to go find my brother. But I was supposed to be part of reinforcements for the North Nova Scotia Highlanders. So we went down, we got down in there, I went up into it with my unit, they were in Holland. And I joined the unit and then all of a sudden, I was taken away. I found afterwards, I didn’t know what happened near the end, but I found afterwards, my mother had written a letter that she said, my brother, who was in the D-Day raid, who was wounded, about four days after the invasion, passed him up at a field hospital, in a British field hospital and he went back into action again. And he was wounded again in the Liberation of Holland. So she said, she knew I was in the forces, so that’s what surprised me. But she probably might have, so she thought, you know, well, look, I’m going to do a favour because he has no business there.

So anyway, when they took me from my unit, and they put me in a little tent there, administration tent and I said, “Well, what am I doing here?” They said, “Never mind, just sit there.” So, and I sit there and I sit there and I sit there and then all of a sudden, I was getting kind of, I was saying, “What am I doing here?” I said, “All my friends, you know, my guys, my fellows I trained with, everything, I’ll never be able to find them, they’ll be gone. Where are they?” And I started to cry. They said, “No, everything’s going to be alright, but we have to, we found something wrong in your documents and we have to check and correct that.” So I said, “Yeah.” Sat there for a while.

I said, “Are we ready yet, because I want to go where my unit is, I’m getting lost.” I said, “I’ll never be able to find them, they’re gone.” They said, “Just be quiet.” And then all of a sudden, again, they said, “You’re going to come with us.” So they took me into Belgium, into an old army barracks that was there, where a lot of other soldiers were there, I don’t know what they were doing there just sitting around. Anyway, we went there and they kept me there. They just gave me jobs to … They didn’t say what I was doing, and I wondered where my unit was. And I was suspicious, and I said, well, maybe, they found out my age.

So anyway, they give me a job, just cleaned out the room, doing that and just like that. Everything. Finally, what I did, they come and they told me what happened. And then, but in the meantime, what happened was, May came, the war ended. And then I was on my way back to my unit. And then I went there and I was looking for this person, looking for that person. I said, I had a good friend there, Gallant, we were always together, and I said, he was from Prince Edward Island, and I said, “Where is he?” And I’m running around, looking for him. They said, “He was killed on the last day of the war.” Well, I blamed everybody for that. I blamed everybody. I said, “There now, if I had have been here, he wouldn’t have been dead, you know.” Well, I was crazy.

Anyway, I got over that sort of thing and I found my brother in Holland. I walked right up to my brother in Holland. And he was down in a little pup tent [a small military tent] in an area in Goor [Netherlands]. And he was just running on, doing a little peg, pound a peg in his little tent. And he looked around at me, then he put a couple more whacks, looked around again, and he was stunned like and he said, “What the heck are you doing here!” Well, we had a nice greeting. But when I went back to my unit in Amersfoort [Netherlands], they told me all about what happened, why they took me away. They had no choice.

So they said, “But we’re going to keep you here now, the war is over and what do you want to do? Do you want, you have three choices, do you want to go home or…” the war was still on in Japan, so they said, “You can go home, and have a leave, go down in the southern states and train in jungle warfare. By that time, maybe you’d be old enough and you can go to the Far East if you want to.” So I said, “I don’t want to go home.” So I chose to stay in Germany for a year and a half in the occupation forces. Also, just after the war, when I was in a place called Werne, Germany, and we were going up in the Oldenburg, Kleve, Osnabrück, Hamburg, all those cities were just leveled. There was nothing but a pile of brick and stone.

Then there was this, I looked over one time near Werne and there was this side hill and a nice beautiful day. The sun was shining nice. And there was some German soldiers out on the grass, in the sun and I looked and some of them had no arms, some had no legs. And then it struck me. I said, “My goodness, these guys were somebody’s husband, somebody’s brother, somebody’s child or something.” And I was saying, “My goodness! My goodness! Everybody loses in war.” Then right then I says, “War is not to be glorified, war is hell!”

My mission was served for finding my brother. Also, my mission was served because I really, really, really enjoy being in the military. We were all the same. Same uniform, we dressed alike, we slept in the same quarters. And I retired altogether at the end as a Master Warrant Officer.