I had no enthusiasm to dress for dinner.
I've attended twenty-two "he" tea parties on this voyage
I felt, unless we were sunk, I couldn't play the game right more than three or four days with one shirt.
But I decided to be game and not cross a bridge till I came to it. I could hold out with my one shirt for three or four days and not be thrown overboard, and by that time we would all go down together.
After four days that shirt looked passe, not to say soiled.
No German gunboat had come to the rescue up to the time of the gong sounding to dress for dinner on the fifth day.
When the bell rang to dress that day I ducked with the rest of the boys.