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Location
At Sea - Hull - New York
Age
17 Years

28th July 1940

I have just completed my first day of 6 hours on and 6 off. It wasn’t too bad.

One air raid warning and an attack by aircraft on the “Christine Marie”, have been the only minor excitement. These are fast becoming just routine.

Ever since we left Hull, the skipper has been very excited. It’s really funny to hear him shout. He and the first mate, yell at each other all night, on the bridge, and are not on speaking terms at meal times. If he wants to speak to the Chief Engineer, he sends an AB down to the engine room, rings the telephone, and blows the whistle, (one after the other!).

At tea-time today, he asked the cabin boy what the capital of U.S.A was. The boys geography not being too good said, “America”. Then after a moment he said “Canada”. He then gave up, and asked the steward who quite rightly answered “Washington”. After a few more questions on how macaroni grew on trees! The skipper turned his questions on the 2nd mate, and myself!