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- Location
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- Age
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14th April 1941
The weather has continued to be rough and cold all day, and the usual picture of snow and spray sweeping across the open well deck, can be applied here. It is a picture of which I don’t think I shall every tire.
There is just something indescribably wonderful about the wild roughness of this “Winter North Atlantic”, which can never be put into words.
The soldier, of course, is still way down under a whole pile of blankets poor chap!
Another submarine distress message came through during my night watch, bringing the total of such messages since we left home to 13 (2 a day). His position was 100 miles East of us, but of course, we could not go to rescue them. His power supply gave out while working GCK.