Veteran Stories:
Jeremiah Wilfred “Jerry” Sullivan

Air Force

  • Jeremiah Sullivan, Halifax, Nova Scotia, September, 2010.

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"And then right in the city, it was nothing but airmen in Moncton. The fellows there, they hated us, Moncton, for stealing their girls."


When we finished the boot camp there, some went to [RCAF Station] Weyburn, Saskatchewan. I was hoping I’d go there, but they didn’t send me there. They sent me, I think, the first place I went to [RCAf Station] Moncton. Oh, it was a busy, busy place, Moncton. There was the number one posting depot. All the airmen from Canada, they went through Moncton, that was PD [Personnel Depot No.] 31, posting depot. They would stay there overnight or maybe two days, and then they flew to England. So busy place, Moncton was a real busy place of airmen and there was a big flying school just outside of Moncton, the flying school there. And then right in the city, it was nothing but airmen in Moncton. The fellows there, they hated us, Moncton, for stealing their girls. I was posted over to [RCAF Station] Yarmouth. That was an army camp in Yarmouth there, right across the runway from our camp. The Americans, they had, I forget what the Americans were doing there, but there was a lot of Americans there too in Yarmouth. We had a big dance there. Oh, what’s that great, Mart Kenney [and His Western Gentlemen], Mart Kenney. His orchestra played all across Canada. He was from Toronto. He played there one night at the big rec hall. I remember that; stands out as one of the best times we ever had there. There must have probably… all of ourselves in the big hall. And it was beautiful music. Mart Kenney, he was a great artist, you know. He was one of the famous Canadians. We were lucky to get such an orchestra there for a dance for the airmen there. We had a wonderful time. Christmas Day, or just two days before Christmas in Yarmouth, I was called into the office ̶ you got a posting. And I said, where? [RCAF Station] Goose Bay. Oh my God. So just before Christmas, I was shipped to Goose Bay. It was nice and warm in Yarmouth, got to Goose Bay, there was two feet of snow. They were shipping stuff. All the planes flying from Canada, practically all went through Goose Bay. They’d stop there for fuel. We had great big fuel dumps there, and stuff like that. And there was a beautiful runway there, long, long runway. Planes would stop there and they’d refuel or take on cargo, or whatever. They’d go from there and maybe the next stop would be Greenland and if not, they might just fly right straight to Ireland. It was a busy, busy place. One fellow from Glace Bay, he and I were great pals, Johnny Faylen. I lost track of him the last few years. I don’t know what happened. He was a great fellow, he and I were really good friends. We’d travel. We’d go on the 48s [on 48 hour leave] together, you know, go chasing women. Oh, the isolation, I got so tired of it. Got sick of winter, especially. And well, I don’t know. Your eyes, like you were in a hole. There wasn’t much to go or do or… we got all the best movies in the world, all the, before they’d be shown anywhere else, they flew them here. Oh yeah, we saw the movies before they’d be shown anywhere else. I was there for two years; and finally, there was, I knew one of the doctors there, Dr. Joe MacDougall. He and I were at St. FX [St. Francis Xavier University] together and he went to the commanding officer; and he said that I was there too long, to get me out of there. So I got posted down. I forget where I got posted, Moncton or, yeah, I got posted out of there. Anyway, it was great to get out of there. We were disappointed, a lot of us. You know, we wanted to get over, you know, where the action was. Yeah. But you were posted there at home. It was important, yeah, maybe it was important. See that, I was on the equipment section to see stuff was moved at the right time and the right place and all that, got on the right plane. Help the boys out. But we wanted to get a little further, we wanted to get over. Never got there.
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