The field hospital, where we met some very charming nurses, on one of whom I think I created a distinct impression, was not particularly interesting. It was clean, well-organized and radiated the efficiency inseparable from the German Army. * * * * * Back at Wilhelmshaven--curse it! Yesterday morning, when about to start on a tour of the ammunition supply arrangements, I received an urgent wire recalling me at once! There was nothing for it but to obey. I was lucky enough to get a passage as far as Mons in an albatross scout which was taking dispatches to that place. From there I managed to bluff a motor car out of the town commandant--a most obliging fellow. This took me to Aachen where I got an express. The reason for my recall was that Witneisser went sick and Arnheim being away, this has left only two in the operations ciphering department. My arrival has made us three. It is pretty strenuous work and, being of a clerical nature, suits me little. The only consolation is that many of the messages are most interesting. I was looking through the back files the other day and amongst other interesting information I came across the wireless report from the boat that had sunk the _Lusitania_. It has always been a mystery to me why we sank her, as I do not believe those things pay. * * * * * Arnheim has come back, so I have got out of the ciphering department, to my great delight. I have received official information that my application for U-boats has been received. Meanwhile all there is to do is to sit at this ---- hole and wait. _2nd June_, 1916. I have fought in the greatest sea battle of the ages; it has been a wonderful and terrible experience. All the details of the battle will be history, but I feel that I must place on record my personal experiences. We have not escaped without marks, and the good old _König_ brought 67 dead and 125 wounded into port as the price of the victory off Skajerack, but of the English there are thousands who slept their last sleep in the wrecked hulls of the battle cruisers which will rust for eternal ages upon the Jutland banks. Sad as our losses are--and the gallant _Lutzow_ has sunk in sight of home--I am filled with pride. We have met that great armada the British Fleet, we have struck them with a hammer blow and we have returned. I was asleep in my cabin when the news came that Hipper was coming south with the British battle cruisers on his beam. In five minutes we were at our action stations. We made contact with Hipper at 5.30 p.m., [1] and Beatty turned north with his cruisers and fast battleships and we pursued. [Footnote 1: This is 4.30 G.M.T.--Etienne] Two of the great ships had been sunk by our battle cruisers, and we had hopes of destroying the remainder, when at 6.55 the mist on the northern horizon was pierced by the formidable line of the British Battle Fleet. Jellicoe had arrived!