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He was a perfect mountain of a fellow, six and a half feet
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The problem presented itself to him as to many another.
The decision was made. To go back to America was to go back from the war.
Here are the words: "It seems quite impossible to return,
and I do not think I should try. I would not feel quite comfortable over it.
I am cabling to Morrison at Ottawa, that I am available either as combatant
or medical if they need me. I do not go to it very light-heartedly,
It was not so easy in those days to get to the war, as he and many others
were soon to discover. There was in Canada at the time
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