A proud alliance with its hero's name.

Wolfe was at last an officer. But the Marines were not
the corps for him. Their service companies were five
thousand miles away, while war with France was breaking
out much nearer home. So what was his delight at receiving
another commission, on March 25, 1742, as an ensign in
the 12th Regiment of Foot! He was now fifteen, an officer,
a soldier born and bred, eager to serve his country, and
just appointed to a regiment ordered to the front! Within
a month an army such as no one had seen since the days
of Marlborough had been assembled at Blackheath. Infantry,
cavalry, artillery, and engineers, they were all there
when King George II, the Prince of Wales, and the Duke
of Cumberland came down to review them. Little did anybody
think that the tall, eager ensign carrying the colours
of the 12th past His Majesty was the man who was to play
the foremost part in winning Canada for the British crown.




CHAPTER II

THE YOUNG SOLDIER
1741-1748

Wolfe's short life may be divided into four periods, all
easy to remember, because all are connected with the same
number-seven. He was fourteen years a boy at home, with