It was very somber, cool treatment.

We were on the starboard side in formation. When we broke ranks I tried to find a good spot and I jumped up on an ammunition box with a couple of other guys. We were not more than 35 feet from the table where we were.

In the six months at sea we never saw a tree or land.

I had closed my eyes and it kind of bounced off us. That knocked us out of business.

He always left a nice drink for me. He was just like a father to me, although he never spoke my name and I'm sure he didn't know my name.

I felt very angry. If I felt I could have pushed them overboard, I would have. They caused us nothing but grief, day after day, night after night.