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

22nd May 1941

Another calm day has just come to a close, and all is well. The corporal wants his wife and seems very worried about getting home. He gets very little (if any) sympathy from those on board!

Everybody is annoyed at the Crete business, and the British Army is now considered to be the worst thing in existence, as for the Government – well, the least said the better!

We are, to all intents and purposes, in the new danger area.

This morning there were many changes of course, and at 9.30, we were going almost due south! This afternoon, many ships had their destinations changed.

Now that the war is spreading even more to the East and Jerusalem is becoming more and more into the lime-light, men are beginning to realise that the prophecies of the Old and New Testament, were not just wild guesses of equally wild soothsayers.

This convoy is a very majestic sight, especially at dawn and dusk, when the extreme outside ships are silhouetted against the grey, purple and pink sky.

The quite watchfulness of the “Ramilles” is a comfort, but she is only fit for raiders, not subs.