Item 03: W. E. Bendrey diary, 19 June- 17 September 1916 - Page 67
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[Page 67]
Aug 9 passed several fishing boats, trawlers & tramps. Imagine a fellow lying full length in a comfortable deck chair, puffing contentedly away at a cigar, & gazing out over a beautiful moonlit sea
Wrote a letter to Eng' for one of the old chaps – who cant write too well; he's an old k'nut too. 'Dad' I call him.
10 Feeling A1. Fair swell this morning, but only a light breeze & a few clouds. Much singing on the deck last night, especially when the Sisters happened along ("Sister, my little sister") was the song then.
A well wet Sg't tumbled up the gangway
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