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Location
At Sea - Halifax to Liverpool
Age
17 Years

28th August 1940

It has been a lovely day today and the sea has been back to its normal restless calm. It was fortunate for us that the weather was clear, because we picked up the Bermuda convoy at 10am. It seems wonderful to me, that those ships should be able to find us so easily – and without the aid of a direction finder.

I can’t help but admire the officers on a ship in a convoy. Their job it is, to have the correct flags flying, to read any messages sent by lamp or by semaphore, and to keep the ship in her position in the convoy even in the black-out, when sometimes it is impossible to see even the shadows of the ships around you. To add to all this, they have got to put up with the old man butting in on everything, and making an awful mess of things. There are now about 48 ships in this convoy, and they certainly look a sight. Especially at dawn or dusk.