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Location
TBA
Age
17 Years

9th August 1940

Fog! Fog! Fog! Siren! Siren! Siren! Sleep? Sleep? Sleep? No! No! No!! Still learning from experience of yesterday I say that I would rather have the siren going than be “run down” by another ship. You see during a particularly bad spell of fog yesterday we suddenly heard a ships fog horn, very close by. We could see nothing. We blew our jolly old siren about every 15 secs and the other ship obliged by answering. Nearer, nearer, but still can’t see it. Ah!! There she is, said with sigh of relief. She was there alright, but only a misty shadow, about 100 yards off the port side, amidships. We lost sight of her again in 15 secs.

The sea has been like a mill pond for the last few days. There is scarcely any movement in the ship, barring the vibration.