Death of a Wooden Shoe - U.S. Coast Guard

June 16, Tuesday; Brunswick Hotel
So what in the hell
Are we fighting for?
Won, oop, dree, fohp."
Routine, eat, sleep, and cuss the fact that a war is going on.
June 17, Wednesday; Brunswick Hotel
What do you know!?
My old tub Sea Cloud picked up eight survivors from a Portuguese schooner
called the Marie da Gloria that was sunk by a Nazi submarine on June 6. She
was merely fishing off the Grand Banks and was unarmed. The poor devils on
board a small lifeboat were adrift for ten days and were half starved. One man
died while another went berserk, jumped into the sea and was gone. Lifeboats
with thirty-four others simply disappeared, adrift, only God knows where. It looks
like the Nazis do feel that small vessels are worth torpedoing after all.
June 18, Thursday; Brunswick Hotel
During early a.m. a dozen of us swabbies were taken to the shipyards to scrape
stinking bilges once again. After three red hot showers I picked up a ticket at the
Buddies Club to see Fred Waring and his Pennsylvanians. Later a few beers at
Steubin’s Bar.
June 19, Friday; Brunswick Hotel
Getting bored with keeping dear diary. Nothing interesting or exciting to write
about... At least not yet.
Slept in and missed a.m. muster. Got myself chewed out by the angry Chief
Boatswain that made me march to Boston Commons.
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