Saturday, October 7, 1944 HMT, Highland Monarch
[Continued from previous page] several of the Sub Chasers began dashing around tossing ash cans all over the place. The water would shoot a hundred feet into the air. I don’t know whether they got the subs or not – at least they chased them away. I wonder if there is any land left. I forget what it looks like. Our heavy weight, Germane, had a bout today in preparation for the final engagement. He won an easy decision over his opponent- boxing skillfully and carrying his man. I noticed the champ watching the conflict. He doesn’t seem very enthused. I wonder if he senses impending defeat. I am sure that he does. I think that I will double my bet.
Sunday, 8 October [1944] HMT, Highland Monarch
Day’s run 293 miles (total 2890) – Sunday. But just another day for most of us. We had services aboard ship but in every other way the day was routine. Some of the vessels left our convoy – probable destination France. One of the crew taught us the English money system. It isn’t difficult but it is silly as the devil. We gained another hour last night the total is now 5. When we are having dinner (PX dinner) you are just getting up. Bob and I have just about talked ourselves out- It isn’t easy to entertain one another day after day- when nothing happens which is of interest. Tomorrow, Germane meets the champ and everyone is praying for a clear day. Poor champ. His 2 day crown must weigh heavily in its unaccustomed place. Bob and I are going to sleep on deck tonight. Neither of us has been the least bit sick.