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

23rd May 1941

There have been an “awful lot” of flags going up and down all day, the meaning of which seems to be that almost every ship has had her destination changed, and we are going back home on an entirely different route to what we were. This maybe for two reasons. A. the subs which are known to be in the area that we’re going towards, or B. there is a raider lurking about. At any rate, the course we are on now, should see us home quicker than the other would have done. The “Ramilles” has left us for some obscure reason, and the convoy has “tightened” up – i.e. come in closer, as to be without an escort just round here, is not too healthy.

It is great to be able to hear some of the English coast stations once again, because it always seems to make things feel more friendly.

Having this high explosive as cargo, seems to make everyone far more anxious than previously. The only things they have in which to put their faith are, crossing their fingers and touching wood!