Saturday 6th March 1943

Drop of finest undiluted rum tonight, the pure white spirit. Oh! Boy! What a kick.

In bed now. "Ain't I glad too". I am tired and cold, never seen such variable weather.  We passed Greenland this morning. It was hereabouts we were attacked last trip.

 An aircraft (Yanky) joined us this morning in the middle of thick snow. She just loomed up in the middle of us, she must have been expected. Tomorrow I go into my Oerlikon gun. Good night and God Bless all, I'm going to sleep. Brrrrrr it's cold, another freeze up I suppose. More carrying water. Dammit.

Oerlikon gun

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