At sea. “Loader” competition took place today. This particular prize-cum-efficiency-scheme is usually dreaded by our department since it is usually attended by sundry injuries to fingers (through being caught in the breech) and toes (owing to the dummy projectiles falling on them). Today’s comp. has gone off without any accidents but since there is a likelihood of more “loading” tomorrow one must not speak too soon.
According to a notice placed on the board we should meet our destroyer-escort tomorrow some 360 miles from Plymouth. Went to “abandon ship” stations this evening. This is our 15th day at sea.