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Now it was my turn to go overseas and arrived at Morecambe. In summer with sunshine of you are lucky Morecambe can be quite nice, Just befire Christmas in deary weather and being concerned as to our destination Morecambe lost all of its appeal.For two miserable weeks we endlessly assembled suffered the usual medical indignities,
listened to very many guesses about our future and finally kitted.
We gathered some clue from the tropical kit and solar toppee and at last we we sent to Liverpool.
Waiting for us was this old dismal looking boat which one by one we walked awkwardly carrying our two kit bags on board.No luxory liner this I gathered that it was a converted cargoe boat. The sleeping accommodation was in a cargoe hold with a mixture of iron drop down beds and hammocks. It was a case of take your pick so I chose and had sport with an hammock.
There was one bright thing there was a sort of shop open selling things not available freely fore the three years of war. I remember pasks os cheesy biscuits were particularly popular/ I also tasted for the very first time Coca cola. Its distimctive taste was totsally new to me and the memory of the taste has lasted since then/
During the night the boat sailed. I was pretty successful in my hammock and slept well.BUT on waking things had changed>The boat was doing some fancy and excessive movements and every man jack of us was seasick, The night before the chaps were sat playing cards on up turned cartons now the cartons had been turned over and was serving as a receptical for seasick sufferers. It thought to get to the toilest. The way up tothem was by iron ladder. To get up these ladders was like being on a cakewalk One minute you were going up three steps at a time then as the boat when over the other way getting up the ladder was impossible, I won't dwell on this dreadful scene other than to say that boat was swaying about in a manner that I didn't believe possible.
Very soon we were summoned for life boat drill. Standing there with the horizon coing impossible things. It was just as I had seem on newsreals in that we were part of a convoy battling our way through the Bay of Biscay.We were all thinking about the lurking submarines which we were totally convinced were there
he TRok of Gibraltar was themosy welcomed sight of all . The thought of quieter times going through the mediterrainian bucked us up no end.As the seasickness diminished and we regsined some confidence that we were going to make it become more enjoyable We started to take notice of the marine life and guseed were we were. Until at last we ar.rived at Port Said

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