It was a Sunday evening, James was walking across the snowy patches towards a fort, a fort known as Fort Charles, he was on his way to enlist, enduring the cold, as he knew that the trek was a short one.

The walk at most was only a few kilometres, he neared the fort as he saw its wooden gates, with 12 men in napoleonic era uniforms, they were in red, with scarfs around their necks and gloves, along with a stovepipe hat, at their sides were Baker Rifles. As James approached, he looked at the men's uniforms more clearly as he saw the bright patterns, yet at the men's waist was a pouch that had ammunition and gunpowder in it, as James had seen it before when a soldier was reloading his rifle.

James himself as he approached was halted by the men whom shouted "Halt! State your business."

James replied stating," I am here to enlist into the military any will do." The man looked at James as he signalled for him to go in, to sign up with a recruitment officer... which thus began James life within the military within Canada or per say, Ruperts Land. The Northern Frontier.