November 23, 1943: Off to war. We got on the Queen Elizabeth to cross the Atlantic Ocean to war. There were 25,000 – one third sleeping, one third eating, one third puking. Then we switched every 8 hours.
They had three bunks on top of each other. You definitely didn’t want to be on the bottom – somebody cut the top two so they fell on the bottom one.
It was a long week going to England.
We got to our base – it was a sea of mud. What a mess. We waited for some airplanes.
Stay tuned.
c. PMN III