Before dawn I was roused by shots fired by Moltkes expedition, the visibility was too low for seeing even flares of the guns, but the sound rang through the fog clear enough. I counted 13 shots, sergeant Müller and boatswain Frankel, who had been on guardduty at the time(I do not dare to leave any of the sailors alone on but minor projects anymore) testified as to hearing screams and muffled shouts both from land and from the ship commandered by Moltke.
I believe that sergeant Müller must have been affected by the illness of the crew through the atmosphere on the nightwatch, as Motkes crew was clearly working with a speed which ensurpassed everything I had seen before on the voyage.
I gave the man hospital duty to keep his weakened mind from the un-German chatter of the superstitious northerners and let korporal Böhm take his place. A man of excellent physique and mind to deal with such a situation.
fredag den 28. januar 2011
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