All was well, until I reached the port of Havre. Three officers with the rank of lieutenant, whom afterwards I knew to be Scotland Yard men, came aboard and demanded to see my papers which they took away from me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A friend in the War Office warned me that I was in Kitchener's black books, and that orders had been given for my arrest next time I appeared in France.
I left Scotland when I was 16 because I had no qualifications for anything but the Navy, having left school at 13.
It so happened that I was on a German sailing vessel on the way to Australia when the ship was captured, and on the high seas I was made prisoner by the French.
When they ran out of cadre men they gave me my very own platoon and said, 'Here are 63 men, try to keep as many of them alive as you possibly can.' That was one of the more harrowing experiences of my life.
My goal was to make first lieutenant. I never spent a lot of time worrying about what came after that.
Duty is the great business of a sea officer; all private considerations must give way to it, however painful it may be.
I was a lieutenant in World War II.
Meanwhile, my residence within the Federal lines, and my acquaintance with so many of the officers, the origin of which I have already mentioned, enabled me to gain much important information as to the position and designs of the enemy.
I was commanding officer of a supersonic fighter squadron, F-8 Crusaders.
I know enough of the family life of officers. I scarcely know my own children or they me.