"See, if they'da put that in the draft letter, I would have gone running down to the recruitment office," Max says, but the comment doesn't have the bite that it might if he wasn't still feeling so fucking on edge.

He remembers the day he did, though, the giant fucking posters on the walls... he'd almost walked right back out as soon as he got there. Even now Max is starting to wonder if maybe Canada wouldn't have been so bad after all, French or not.