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my winter clothing has been irrevocably lost and I sigh for my British warm and other cherished garments to say nothing of the Medical Comforts I was bringing back with me from Egypt whither I had been sent to be mended. I refer to the "Southland" that fine 14000 tonner – perhaps you remember as the "Vaderland" on the Amsterdam New York run which was torpedoed on the 2nd inst when only 34 miles from Lemnos Island. Shall I attempt to describe the inimitable sensation? Well let me chronicle the actual incidents which befell me and perhaps you'll derive some idea.

That eventful morning opened up bright and clear with just enough wind to make things "fresh" and "white horses" were plentiful although the state of

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