It was on a Friday, and I remember they drug me off. I had a big swelled
up bruise on my left leg. I went up there and they drug me to sick bay.
Someone said "this man just fell off a ladder." I «don't want to use no
profane language but they said, “you get that SOB out of here. This is

a field day and we got captain's inspection tommorrow. Bring him back
Monday," If you recall this was war time conditions and up there a man
was just another man. Now we laugh about little things like that. After
all, I lived, so I don't think it was too bad.

In 1942, everything was spam, spam, spam for breakfast, dinner and

supper with eggs. Then they had powdered eggs stdkben dehydrated spuds.

Then they got a little bit better and a little bit better for a while.

Now that I'm old and think about it, they had the finest food ‘but we were
young and criticized the cook and everybody else. There was a chief
steward, his name was Jackson and for awhile he started giving nothing

but bologna. I remember everybody making their "Oh horse collar Jackson."
Somebody starts calling the captain, everybody, and they are going to
throw him overboard. If I recall right they had an orderly with him

for awhile I believe and followed him around for a few weeks and they
finally changed the menu. Actually it was just a rough time for every-
one. But we were just young kids and I remember everybody talking about
it and then everybody going to the captain. Everybody went around and

and they said if anyone gives the name of who it was, they would get thirty
days leave when he gets in. Nobody knewnowho it was. I remember that a-
bout the food, but it was just rough in those days. See, I came on board
around June or July 1943 and I stayed all the way until the war was ended.
I had, soon as the war was ended, I got off. Everybody west of the Miss-
issippi had to get off at Pearl Harbor. I begged to stay with the ship,

but the only way I could stay was to sign on for four years.