"We pulled out and I have never seen such a convoy of ships.  As far as you could see, there was ships, ships, ships every which a way.  We bobbed around in the Caribbean fifteen days and nights, not knowing where we were going.  It was so rough everybody, was so sick, they didn't know whether they was going straight up, or down, or what.  [. . .]  We had all kinds of destructive ships, metal ships, and so on in that convoy.  Every night torpedoes, depth charges, we couldn't even get out on deck or anything, afraid we would get blown over."