1918 – October 9

Sailed at 5.30 a.m. Hot. With my face set the other way time always seemed to fly – with my face set towards Daisie in Bombay every second seems like a year and the five next days like 5 life times. A quaint Captain commanding the Egra – Captain Carré* from Guernsey, a tiny man, very religious, who says Grace before meals. The officers on board are simply “terrors”, truly we have reached absolute bed-rock – there is honestly not one of them who would have been selected before the War for a lance-corporal’s stripe. War news is still splendid – we progressing everywhere and Germany plaintively bleating for Peace.

* Carré appears to be the author of this book published in the 1930s.

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