Our ship, the s.s. _Wellington_, was torpedoed on August 14, 1917, and
we were a despondent crew in the only two boats. The U-boat that had
sunk our ship appeared and we were wondering what was going to happen
to us.
As the U-boat bore down upon us my mate, Nigger Smith (from Shoreditch)
spotted its commander, who wore large spectacles, on its conning tower
bridge. "Blimey," said Nigger, "'ere's old Crippen!"--_J. Cane (late
Gunner, R.M.), 73 Rahere Street, E.C.1._