4/ he'd get me over. Well, by the time all this was finished, I'd been away 5 days, and when I got back I found urgent messages had been sent for me from the Brigadier. So off I toddled to Bde HQ, knowing the [foot?] was in the fire this time. The Staff Captain and Bde Reinforcement Officer saw me, and they said "Where have you been", I replied "to London", they said "Who gave you leave". I said "no one, but as I was so sick of playing the fool in England, I preferred making it a case of France or a Court Martial". I also said, "I very nearly took my loaded revolver up and after gaining admittance to General [?] pointing it at him and saying 'Either you send me to France or I send you to H--L". I rather fancy I impressed them with the degree of my fed uppedness. Anyhow, they [?] to say no more, and not to report it to the Brigadier. Next day [?] 6.00 I was sent for, and at 6.30 I received instructions to go on a tour, and report the next morning at 9 to the [?] Officer at [?]. You bet I moved pretty slippery, got back to camp, sent a man for a [?] to [Shoreham?] Stn 1 1/2 miles away, packed, and eventually caught the 8pm train from Brighton to London, there being no train that might [?] the 5.30 next morning to [?], where I [?] at the [?] Office at 9.30 am. He had no news about me, and so I had to [hang?] [out?] till the 5pm boat, while he telephoned the ruddy Canadian HQ in London. Well to cut a long story short I slipped off the [line?] in France, and went to the Canadian Corps HQ and saw the [OOG?] (an imperial officer loaned to the Canadian)

BC Archives, MS-0089 Box 1 File 5 GLASSFORD, Deborah Florence (Leighton) Correspondence inward, 1917