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December 24, 1917 -- Across the Atlantic - Day 5

Don Martin's diary entry for Monday, December 24, 1917: 
At Sea.  389 miles.
Got up at 9. Visited for an hour at breakfast with a Mrs. Wells of London who is pleasant but very English. The 5 others at my table are English or Scotch and I pass them a specimen of American humor and sarcasm now and then. Sea had calmed down. Everyone hoping it will get stormy as we enter the war zone as storms seem a safeguard against submarines. Played poker in afternoon. Lost $5. Visited most of evening with an English woman Mrs. Rose. Then went to smoking room. Met Russell who wanted me to play checkers with an English pilot who had beaten nearly everyone. I beat him 6 straight and Russell was happy. Everyone beginning to fret a little as we near the war zone. Good many persons slept in their clothes. I didn’t but Russell and I sat up till 3 a.m.

Weather quite calm + warm. 
   Letter from Don Martin to Dorothy.
At sea, Sunday, Dec. 24, 1917
Christmas Eve
Dorothy:
     It is not a bad night at sea for Santa Claus but I doubt that he will come on board the ship. They say he has not been around much in this part of the world since the submarines began to sink vessels. I don’t blame him. It would be a shame if he should be caught by a torpedo and killed. What would all the little girls and boys all over the world do then? ... 
     The storm last night kept up till early morning but did no harm. You would have laughed if you could have seen me getting ready for bed. I would start to take off a shoe and would pitch half way across the cabin. After a while though I got in bed and it was all right then although I was bumped about quite a bit. I read for an hour and it was terrifying but to me rather pleasant (for I knew there was no danger) to hear the wind roar around the windows and hear the waves sweep over the bow. My room is up in the bow on the promenade deck. This morning the old steward, Hands his name is, came in at nine o’clock and called me for breakfast. I asked him how the weather was and he said it had all cleared up and that the day was fine. 
     And it has been fine. ... There were very few, if any, whitecaps, and no swell big enough to give any motion to the ship. I spent practically all the afternoon on the deck, walking about or standing in sunny places and talking to other passengers. Everyone talks to everyone on a ship you know and after a week all are pretty well acquainted...     
     The voyage from now on will be more exciting. I have noticed the tension already. Tomorrow, Christmas, we will be in the war zone, which means that part of the ocean in which the Germans long ago set apart as unsafe for ships to sail. We will be in it along about noon -- a fine Christmas present – and it is hoped that in the evening two torpedo destroyers will meet us and escort us the rest of the way in. They cannot prevent a submarine from sending torpedoes but they are at hand to give immediate help in case of a tragedy and that is very important. The water in the ocean is not very cold – the temperature today of the water was 60 – and one could keep afloat in it for quite a while. 
     About all the passengers talk about now, as we approach the danger zone, is submarines. All say they are not worried but quite a few sleep with their clothes on and several women intend tonight to take blankets and sleep in the library. They do that because their rooms are two stairways below the boat deck and a torpedo might hit them in their berths. I don’t know that I blame them. My room is on the boat deck. From my bed to the row boat to which I have been assigned in case of accident is but thirty steps so I can go to bed with a feeling of reasonable security. Many of the men are a little uneasy. While they are all courageous they cannot help feeling that, after all, we are away out in the middle of the ocean and that, if the ship should be struck, she would sink in an hour or so and everyone would have a tough time getting into the life boats. I think about it now and then but I certainly do not let it worry me. I remind myself of what you said one day, “I don’t know how to worry.” I have my life preserver handy; know how to put it on; have a flashlight and a police whistle where I can reach them quickly and have my clothes placed so I could easily and quickly get into them. That is about all one can do. Of course no one knows anything about the submarines. They may appear in the middle of the night or may rise up from the bottom of the sea any time. It is all guess work. We have to trust to luck. However I have no doubt we shall reach Liverpool without seeing one at all. 
     The weather is most remarkable. One hardly needs an overcoat. People sit on the decks  (in the dark of course) till early in the morning with nothing extra on but their overcoats. It is the most comfortable weather for this time of year the steamship men have known in a long time. The indications now are for calm weather all day Christmas. Everyone is hoping for a big storm, inasmuch as submarines cannot work well in stormy weather and the ship can stand any sort of a sea. Tomorrow I shall write to you about the incidents aboard ship on the first day in the danger zone. Everyone will be on deck, keeping an eye open. On the bridge of the ship, day and night, there are six men with glasses to detect anything unusual, and all along the decks, night and day, are sailors, keeping their eyes open also. Should a submarine be sighted the passengers would instantly be ordered to the dining room and there they would have to stay till the affair was disposed of one way or another. I shall make it a point to be with the officers if anything happens, as I am anxious to see any engagement the gunners might be called upon to take part in. But you may be sure I shall not run any unnecessary risk. I am too anxious to get back to see you, young lady.
     In the music room just in front of my cabin, and in the big dining room, one flight down, the soldiers are practicing for a concert tomorrow night. There is considerable talent among them and the concert will bring a pleasant end to what will probably be a dull, though possibly very exciting, day. I will say good night now Dorothy.
With love,

                     Dad

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