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Location
Napier, NZ
Age
17 Years

22nd May 1940

The freighters came with the cargo at about 9 o’çlock. The ships derricks unload the cargo from the freighters and put it into the ship’s holds. A very swell has been on most of the day, but has now quietened down. It has been chilly enough to want to put a pullover on, but not what one would really call cold.

I passed the morning away by drawing, and this afternoon I had a long talk with one of the engineers. He has lent me a book on psychology. He had not been home for 16 months. He lives in New Zealand, and has a wife out here. He took up this job so as to see his mother in England. He had not seen her for 14 years. He thinks he will take a farm in New Zealand after the war. His chief hobby is English and self-culture, and he seems to have got a good many books on the subject. The trouble with seamen is, that they have no real interest. Their minds are very narrow, and the lack of a hobby, causes them to become after a time, a very uninteresting  sort of person to converse with. Their idea of politics is pitiful. All they are good at is getting drunk!

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