Alexander diary, 1917-1918 / Roy Alexander - Page 62
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[Page 62]
The compressed air was clearly audible hissing away in the torpedo tube not six feet from my bunk; the torpedo-doors had been lowered (I heard the slight metallic clang as they touched the ship's sides) and the crew were now lying flat on deck.
I could see none of this through the bulkhead of course – but I could imagine it only too clearly.
In the hospital the two doctors stood under the blue lights, first-aid action packs on their shoulders. They were staring fixedly through the door and – waiting.
And I – the only patient still in the hospital – had to sit on my bunk and look coolly composed as I sat there fanning myself.
Inwardly I was shivering all over and "Hail-Marys" were rushing through my head at a terrible rate but I was surprised to find myself under excellent control to all outward appearances. I event managed to crack a joke with Wolfe.