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We have had 5 hours in port, sailing for Norway, it’s bitter cold and far to rough for mine laying, hope the weather is better in the Fjords, everyone is fed up to the hilt and fight occur very frequently, its everyone’s nerves being strained to the upmost, no sleep for nights and work work, still it’s a job that must be done. Now who can come off watch for two hours and sleep with hugh Pills (sic) * around you, still, its all in my 22 years, but we are all expecting to get a few days in harbour before to long and have actually heard chaps say “ please Mr Bomber or please Mr Shell ..”

* I guess is it’s another name for the mines “Huge Pills”