Wednesday October 27th 1915

Dear Diary,

The ship hit an iceberg “It's time for new plan Sergeant!” She was weak, water everywhere making her glisten. She was picturesque. She was sinking immensely fast. Crisp under foot it felt like my head was throbbing, my heart was skipping beats, the tips of my fingers were frostbitten. Will I be OK or will I suffer?

Thursday 28th October 1915

Dear diary,

Icebergs like white sparkling jewels shimmered against the grey, puffy clouds but the weather was not a pretty sight. We were extremely terrified. We didn’t know what to do. We built a camp out of 2 lifeboats. Not knowing if it was stable, we stayed there for months and months.

  Friday 29th October 1915

Dear diary,

We were freezing, one man was ice fishing earlier but he fell in! There was nothing we could have done. We could hear him banging on the ice but suddenly it stopped... He was gone. Today was a tough day, maybe the toughest of them all. I hope we don't end up like him, maybe we won't make it? Maybe we should just give up?