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From: | Charlotte Woodruff |
Subject: | [Aleona-CVS] apparel papier-mache |
Date: | Tue, 19 Sep 2006 21:25:25 -0000 |
If the Mail Boat Service didntqualify us as far as
weather was concerned, then nothing ever would. And if I looked as big a fool as I
felt, then Id need to besorry for the success of our venture. Wed try and make for
an hotel and get some inwardcomfort.
The next day we werethe recipients of quite a
choice selection of signals. It was a great bigcumbersome teakwood affair, weighing
a couple of tons.
Yes, tons of water,where I had said there
wasnt!
A fair sized wardroom, and best of all, my own
cabin to sulkin. Fortunately they were too far away for us to hear what THEYhad to
say.
For be it known that there will be a full score and
more eager toaccept every single vacancy.
So I went to work and formed my classes,bluffed out
a syllabus, and turned out qualified Observers.
Up on deck like a shot I went, but coming up out of
thelight, I could see nothing. Take it round with me when Imsounding ship? Another
line is procured and bent-on, then away they goagain.
The heat of thestokehold alone, when driving under
the last ounce of steam, wasterrible.
In those days they only came within a few degrees
ofthe absolute perpendicular. Another shotgets him and he dips sharply by the
tail.
No fireman came ashore from the MailBoat, with his
pay in his pocket but chalked one up for Ned.
Still that was no sort ofexcuse for opening fire
before they even got in range. Meantime I clumped off back, smock, seaboots and all.
Forcing the Merchant Service man into Navy ways was almost as hard asmaking water
run uphill.
It isa great game teaching others what you dont
know yourself.
Up on deck like a shot I went, but coming up out of
thelight, I could see nothing.
We sailed away merrily into the teeth of a
S.
Then told off with their PettyOfficers for that
particular job. I jumped on board the old hooker for a quick look
round.
Rightly or wrongly I always like to size up each
man individually formyself.
White fronts, white roofs, and even white chimneys.
I jumped on board the old hooker for a quick look round.
Anaeroplane formed the guiding star and gave
directions by wireless backto the station ashore. All this I carefully coded, and
ascarefully tapped out. Unfortunately,and to my bitter disappointment, I was not in
at the death.
The powers wereconcerned that the submarine was
merely using this place to take in oil.
Another shotgets him and he dips sharply by the
tail.
My craft was a pure and simple Brixham smack, with
noattempt to disguise the discomforts. The weather easingdown, we cruised along
close in shore making slowly for Berry Head.
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