I like to lie on my bunk and look across at Karl, my radioman.
Sometimes I have strange thoughts but they usually go when we return to harbour so I keep them to myself.
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Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
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