- is an old Russian cattle boat which was torpedoed once by the Germans. About 12 oclock noon we got up steam & headed for the land of adventure. I found myself wondering as I waved goodbye to America whether or not I should see her shores again. The eats aboard this ship are simply awful. The bread we get is stale - the meat tainted - & one man doesn't get enough to feed a healthy young kid. The crew mutinied & are all under arrest. I have been assigned to a life boat crew owing to my experience in the U.S. Navy, Each boat is provisioned & carries a water cart. Everything seems to be in shape should the worst happen & we are sunk. When we entered the war zone one could notice the strained expressions on many a youthful face. A feeling of tense excitement seemed to prevail through- out the ship, but save for one or two exceptions, everyone was outwardly cool & collected. Of course each man wore his life belt constantly & we all knew precisely what to do in event of an attack. Our convoy up to this time consisted of only one American cruiser but when a fleet of swift U. Boat chasers met us we didn't think Fritz stood much chance. At night though it was different. Our huge transports (1,4) loomed up vividly against the horizon, where as it would be impossible to