The chain of command looked at my file, particularly in Ottawa. Someone had sent my file, which included things I had written. In Ottawa, General Alex Tremblay—I will never forget that name—came to Valcartier with a convoy of seven or eight vehicles at noon before lunch. He asked for the battalions to be assembled, for everybody to go a spot where there was a helicopter. And then he told us that he was not proud of us, that this was not why we had joined the forces, that people were working. He said it was not possible to act like that. He lost his temper at everybody.
Ordinarily, when the commanding officer or the general goes somewhere, he salutes and he starts by saying nice things. If there is something to report, he does it after that. This time, however, the general just let his anger out, and then he left. Everybody just stood there.
That happened because my file had reached Ottawa and then there were people talking about it. In spite of what happened, they kept blocking my path. Nobody in the organization talked to me anymore. I had to change my job. They told me I had won, but I couldn't stay there and I had to change camps.
I went to see the BPSOs, the base personnel selection officers, to prepare for another job. Nobody helped me, because the major was familiar with my case and it was me against them. I had to do everything for myself, to retrain for another occupation. I went back to Borden to do another job. I didn't get the guidance that all the other soldiers got when they wanted to change jobs. They got guidance to help them. I did it all on my own as a corporal and I succeeded, as usual.
A lot of things got done after Gen. Tremblay got angry, when he came directly from Ottawa and shook up all the garrisons. I think it really helped. It is impressive to see what an individual can do.
They had me take my test at midnight. I had to write a passage, and the test was out of 45 points. But they took my paper and deducted 15 points, just to play mind games with me. So I wrote the test out of 30 points. I took my test. I filled everything out and I handed it in on time. There were a lot of people who weren't able to hand it in on time and passed, but not me. They told me the next day, a Saturday, that I would not have time to take it because they were leaving. They sent me back to Valcartier. I cried the whole drive.
I have never told my family anything before today. I filed grievances and I won but nobody knew. I am only saying it now.