October 14, 1913. Esquimalt Navy Base, British Columbia.
It had been sometime since the guards at the base gate had relieved each other of their duties but to the dismay of at least one of the two boys watching from a nearby hedge, the lone guard seemed content remaining at his post.
“These blasted guards haven’t moved from the gate in hours. How are we supposed to get inside the base if they keep standing around like statues?”
George Blanchet smirked at his younger brother with amusement, “I believe that is sort of the point, you aren’t supposed to get in. Not like that stopped you trying before.”
Louis shot back a scowl, “Why did you even come along with me if all you were going to do is complain?”
“Because.” George rolled his eyes, “The last time you went here alone, the people from the base had to haul you down from the gate and drag you back home. You make enough trouble for our Uncle as it is without breaking into a navy base. You had better hope he doesn’t bring this up to Mother in his next letter.”
“I just wanted to get aboard the
Rainbow.” He whispered, “She never visits Victoria anymore and I can never get close enough to see her.”
“Maybe you should ask Mother to join the Navy again, you would get to see the poop deck of that ship as much as you like.”
Louis adjusted himself, rolling onto his back for a moment to stretch. “I got enough of Mother and her wooden spoon last time, you and I both know she would never let me join the navy. Besides, I would want you to come along with me to scrub that poop deck.”
“Nice try but I don't think the navy is for me. I would much rather enjoy myself with a nice novel, not one of
those picture books full of charts and navy ships you seem to always grab from the library.”
That poke struck a nerve, George watched a vein begin to push its way out from under Louis’s brimmed hat. His brother’s determination was only matched by his temper and his hobby was a point of contention within the family.
“Listen here, I don't need another perso…”
The distinctive sound of thunderous boots on the ground cut off the younger Blanchet brother as it echoed from up the dirt road. The pair briefly paused to take in the sight before them, roughly 30 men clad in civilian clothes, brandishing rifles topped by full length bayonets approached the gate before coming to a stop in an unorganized pile. A short fellow wearing a naval uniform strolled towards the gate, a brilliant circular rank insignia on his sleeve catching the boy’s eyes as he quickly returned the guards salute. He seemed to instruct the group of men behind him something indiscernible before stepping through the gate.
“Who are these people?” George said with a turn of his head, “Why aren’t they wearing uniforms?”
Louis poked his head up over the hedge, “Only one way to find out.”
He let out a low whistle and one of the men, not as tired and short of breath as some of his older comrades, cocked his head towards the source of the noise. Louis waved him over as he stepped out from behind the bush, the young man checked his surroundings for any sign of what was likely the impending return of his leader and walked towards the boys.
“What are you guys doing here?” Louis questioned, the man who upon closer inspection, was not too much older than themselves.
George cringed, a little bit on the nose there Louis. He was definitely going to be reported to the base staff again. The young man did not seem phased by this question, stopping a few feet away before leaning his shining wooden rifle stock against the grass as a rest while he spoke.
“We’re the Victoria Naval Volunteers!” He stated, puffing his chest out in a show of exaggerated bravado. “The base Commander was leading us in an afternoon march around the outskirts of the base before we start to conduct drills aboard his ship shortly.”
“Wow, so you are part of the navy?” Louis exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
The man seemed to deflate somewhat at this question, “No we aren’t.” His eyes dropping to the grass below, “We are trying to get some uniforms to look the part but we aren’t official part of the navy, at least not yet. Even though we are just volunteers now, just you wa...”
“Hey Arthur!” A voice came from the group, “Get back over here fast, the Commander is on his way back!”
The young man mumbled something under his breath before scrambling back into the group, just as the naval officer returned through the gate. As the men filtered into the base, George could almost feel the excitement radiating off his brother.
Louis turned and broke out into a run in the vague direction of town, “Come on George!" He yelled over his shoulder, "We have to get back to Uncle and tell him. This is my ticket onto
Rainbow!”
George shook his head slightly before starting after his brother. Perhaps Mother would approve of playing sailor around the dockyard, since it's not
technically being in the navy. Perhaps the dreaded spoon would come out again on her next visit. Regardless of that, somebody needed to help keep the eager 15 year old in check and as much as he tried, their poor Uncle did not seem to be up to the task alone. Usually proud Québécois would have nothing to do with an
"Anglo Institution" as his mother had previously put it but with their father being away on business and mother being back home in Quebec, perhaps Louis and his determination would trump their Uncle. Maybe playing navy men wouldn't be
that bad George thought, none of the other boys back home had done something like this. That would definitely put him as the center of attention and do you know what? That doesn't sound too bad at all.
Gate of Esquimalt Navy Base around 1915, minus any trespassing attempts from local minors.