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Sunday, March 3, 1918

Up betimes. Wakened by Old Bulsheviks Steward at 5AM. Officers-of-day for the 152nd squdrn. Wakened men at 5.30. Men very dopy for first part of morning. Had trouble getting place cleaned up until I bawled out the N.C.O. Inspecting party pleased with our section of ship. O.D. congratulate each other and the mess orderlies after inspecting cavalcade passes.

Sent Maj. Rice the insignia he asked for. His Aide returned our answer by my messenger. Breech of military ettiquette for which he caught it from the Major.

Afternoon uneventful except that a stiff sea blew up. Poor weather for the U-boats.

Concert in Evening in which 27th orchestra takes part. I played the first selection with mandolin out of tune

Monday, March 4, 1918
[[written above the diary date]] Lieut. [[strikethrough]] Z.R. Miller [[/strikethrough]] Pierce came out of his cabin when the depth bomb was discharged and said "Watzat? Watzat?" Stewart said, "Oh Sir, They are just pulling up the anchor sir!"[[written above the diary date]]

Met "Her" this morning, A.N.C., by name Miss Pulse. She wanted to walk so I taught her how to walk on deck before lunch.

Convoy of 4 American destroyers met us early this morning. Their manoeuvres caused much interest by all on board. Each flew an American flag which gladened our eyes.

"Her" again made an appearance just after one Destroyer had discharged a "depth bomb" several miles to our stern. Whether they got a Sub or not I don't know

"Her" makes a rather interesting companion I wish I had met her earlier. "Apple green at Sunset"

The old ship has been twisting and turning all day as though possessed.

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Fred Norton develops a very distinctive Submarine costume for U boat zone.
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