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... Eddie got plastered and spewed all over the place

On board the HMT Strathmore, Monday July 28, 1941

Dear Sweetheart,

So far we've had a very pleasant trip with good weather and very little sea-sickness in the whole gang. We are considerably more crowded than on our trip to Newfoundland as there are several units on board and the ship is only slightly larger than the one we had there. I started the trip in a cabin with Ed. F., Al N. and Dave G. and then we had a Chaudiere Sgt. put in with us. As there were only four bunks we started out by taking turns on the floor. On my night on the floor Eddie got plastered and spewed all over the place during the night. As he was in a top bunk I got the benefit of most of it. So I moved out entirely.

I'm glad that you can't see me just now, because last night I had my hair clipped. McLaughlin and I had been thinking of it for some time so last night we borrowed a pair of clippers and went to work. I won't even send you a snapshot as the result is hideous. However it is supposed to be good for the hair and will at least save me getting a haircut for a time anyway.

Meals on board are excellent in the Sgt's Mess and have been fair in the men's dining halls, if you could call them that. ‘C' coy is sleeping in hammocks which are strung over the tables in their living quarters. It would have been terrible down there if we had run into bad weather but this trip hasn't given the boat much more motion than you would find on a train or a bus. It only makes me more determined that when this war business is finished, you and I will go on a second honeymoon on board ship. Maybe to Bermuda or Honolulu as there probably won't be much of Europe left to see.

We have been getting used to English money while on board as that is what we get in change. It's funny to watch the boys when they are counting their change and trying to figure out just what they should get. I imagine it will be more fun when they attempt to buy things in an English shop.

Well sweet, that's about all I can say that will pass the Censor, I hope, except the most important thing between us. That is I love you and the day that I'm looking forward to is the one when we'll be together again for keeps. With all my love to you, Anne, Karen and Nanny.

I am as always

Your David K.

P.S. I love you

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