Ebook Before Port Arthur in a Destroyer

At last I have got a moment's breathing space. These last fifteen days have been days of trial for all of us, officers and men - constantly on the move day and night, sometimes with the squadron, at other times with the Destroyer Flotilla in terrible weather and fiendish cold!

And always, always the same monotony. I cannot understand why they have chosen this dogs' weather for our manœuvres, for the only result is to sicken us of it all and to damage the matériel. If only we were sure that war would be declared! In that case everything would wear a different aspect.