We were in a twelve-inch gun turret in a ship during the Dogger Bank
action. The ship had been hit several times and big explosions had
scorched the paint and done other damage. There came a lull in the
firing, and with all of us more or less badly shaken there was a queer
silence. Our captain decided to break it. Looking round at the walls
of the turret he remarked in a Cockney, stuttering voice: "Well, lads,
this blinking turret couldn't 'arf do with a coat of paint."--_J. Bone,
84 Victoria Road, Surbiton._