Aug 1, 1918 (Atlantic Ocean) War Diary: seasick
7:00 a.m.
We are now about 200 miles out of N.Y. and the old tub is pitching and tossing in a rough sea. Most of the fellows have been seasick but I have felt pretty good. Expect to do my bit for the fishes before night if this keeps up. The waves are breaking over the bow and washing the decks so we are either up on the cabin deck or below.
6 p.m.
The sea is still rough and the boat is plunging. I finally got seasick about 4 p.m. and had an awful time. Noticed Lieut. Gregson feeding the fish from the top cabin deck. Oh! What a feeling. Ate a little supper in spite of the way I felt and at present am O.K. Guess I’ll turn in right away before I get sick again.
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