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Location
At Sea - Curacao - Manchester (Stanlow)
Age
18 Years

16th May 1941

Towards evening, the wind increased to almost gale force, and whipped the tips of the waves off in a fine, drenching spray. The previously heavy swell became an angry tumultuous, tossing mass of waves, which came rearing high above the bulwarks and crashed down on the iron decks in a hissing stream of creamy white foam. Static became so bad when a rain and thunderstorm came along, that we had to switch over to the emergency aerial, in case the milliammeter was broken. As a matter of fact, sparks were jumping across the aerial connections, as we changed over.

Although we have had this rough weather, we have at the same time, had quite a bit of sunshine, and really it is very nice but I can’t convince the corporal of that!

Now that Paddy has got the 8-12 watch, he still isn’t satisfied because he says he feels tired when it gets to about 11 o’clock at night! Like everyone else, he thinks his watch is the worst, no matter which one he has.