Commander Nerger, at the doctor's request, during this crisis, gave orders that all traffic on our side of the berth deck should stop, and guards were placed at each end to see that his orders were carried out. On the night of August 2nd Doctor Hausfelt told me that, barring accident, my wife would recover. I have often wondered whether a physician realises just what it means to an anxious husband when he tells him, "The crisis is past and your wife will recover." I know they were the most welcome words I had ever heard! During all this time I never gave a thought as to where we were going or how we were going to get there. I didn't give a damn what happened, only that my wife pulled through. However, after my wife had passed the critical point and commenced to get better, a load seemed to be lifted off my shoulders, and the mere fact of being a prisoner on board a German raider seemed of no consequence. I then commenced to take an interest in things around me. My continual silence, with nobody to talk to, and the long periods of darkness, from 7:10 P.M. to 6:30 A.M., it being winter in the South Pacific, grew very irksome. On account of the extreme heat in the cabin when the door was closed and the light on, I was unable to sit inside and read, so the only thing left was to sit outside my door on the deck and think, and God knows I didn't have many very agreeable things to think about. At this time my wife was still too weak to talk, and anyway I didn't want to get her asking questions, thinking it would only make her worry, which I knew was not good for her. My days were usually taken up in washing clothes and nursing the wife. I never knew there were so many clothes in the world, and to think that they came from one sick wife and a perfectly healthy six-year old kiddie! I, like a darn fool, kept putting on clean white frocks and all the other white fixings that go with it. When the Missis got on the job again, Miss Juanita got a pair of overalls on week days and a dress on Sundays, all this going to prove that as a nurse maid I was a fizzle. I came a Steve Brodie on the wife's hair also, letting it get into such a mess that I couldn't comb the rats' nests out of it and had to cut the whole business off short. However, this didn't make much difference, as it all came out itself anyway.