Saturday, June 26, 1915

Turned out at 5 to swab the bridge, but we had nothing to do. The Admiral - Fullam - came aboard for inspection this morning. I don't know whether it was just my imagination or not, but it seemed to me that his head has grown grayer than it was. I can easily see how it might. It means a lifetime of hard work to become a rear admiral, and to lose that honor once it has been achieved is enuf to turn a man's head white. We had liberty this afternoon but I didn't go ashore. The 'gang' met again in the eyes.