Sunday, August 22, 1915

When I turned out at 6:45 it was as warm and pleasant as it had been when I turned in. A cooling breeze prevented our becoming too warm. After quarters we went to Chapel. The rest of the day I spent writing a letter and corking off. In the evening after hammocks we went forward of the doghouse. A stiff breeze was blowing. The sea was almost glassy - yet waves began to break over the forecastle. We could guess that a storm was brewing; and during the night it broke. The ship pitched and rolled so that even our hammocks followed the motion. When we turned out it was in full swing.