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    He couldn't understand what the voice meant, what he was sup- posed to do when the man called for him to balance whatever it was. Then he saw a man writing figures in a book, and he was puzzled. Once in a while the other guys would see a ship, or a fellow would yell for coffee and butts. Now and then a guy would bump into you on a hatch cover and stick around for a while. A small moon came up, and the phosphorus in the water was like stars, and the stars in the sky were beating down on you, all different colors, like spotlights, and that's what happened all that night, and some time before sunup I came back and I was all right again.

    Shortly before dawn, a star fell, like a ship shooting a flare, and men yelled that a ship had come and was going to save them. Off in the distances, a few men were raving and their wails added a demonic, unreal quality to the night. He was sitting on a hatch cover, riding it like a horse. He had a bamboo pole in his hand, and he stayed close to 34 us on the bamboo raft. If we started to drift apart, one of us would grab the pole and pull him along, or he'd pull us along, I don't know which. He'd say, 'Look out, here comes one!

    The sharks would go off for a while, and then they'd come back, and Mr. Fawks would hit them with his pole and drive them away again. It was cloudy, but every few minutes the sun would come out and burn you. I was hungry as the devil, and sleepy, and thirsty, and all around us was all this cork and wreckage and guys doubled up over pieces of wood. We kept trying to pull in wreckage, but waves would take it away from us. Once in a while we could see a bird, and the day seemed to go like that. We were awfully tired, and it was hard keep- ing to the bamboo raft, and the fellows who were on top wouldn't get off, and we kept asking them to get off and hang on a while, so one of us could rest, but they were too scared.

    That night went on. I would doze off and then wake up and I would still be hanging to the raft, and the life jacket was getting hard around the edges and it cut into my belly. With only their heads out of water, their arms wracked with fatigue, these men somehow stayed alive, helpless, unable to see more than a few feet, with waves washing over them. Shortly before the sunrise that followed the sec- ond night, Ensign Maddox succumbed to illusions, and his particularly able description, helped pos- sibly by his being an experienced speaker and voice teacher, swayed the men with him.

    Maddox, my gunnery officer," Izzi recalled, "said he had noticed a hatch cover near us with some beer in it. All we had to do was find this par- ticular cover, lift it up, and there were three or four cases of beer. Well, Labe and Joudy, and Mr. Mad- dox and me, all separate, leave the bamboo raft and go looking for the beer. Jeez, there I was swimming around, puking once in a while, and trying to find 36 this hatch cover where you could go down below and get some beer. I can't make it! He was off another crew, one of the torpedoed fellows who had been a passenger. The man had cramps, and Izzi told him to kick and somehow they made it to the raft which Izzi had left to search for beer.

    Joudy had gotten back to it. The two men were still there, lying on top; Ensign Fawks was riding his hatch cover, staying by the raft, and another member of Izzi's gun crew, and a roommate named Kacevitch, had joined the raft. Maddox and Labe were gone. Somehow, notwith- standing that there were about three hundred men in the water after the lifeboats had sailed away, the men stayed in groups, subject to some selective caprice of currents. I got a book for him, and I can't let it sink, because I got to get it back to my father.

    Joudy and I got Kacevitch between us and tried to help him. We tried to get the guys on the raft to come over the side and hang on, so we could get Kacevitch up on it so he could rest, but they wouldn't get off. Most of the ones of this kind had been tossed off the ship before she came to a stop after the first torpedo struck her, and had been lost to the men. I started out, and Jeez, it felt like a year. At first I swam directly toward it, and saw I couldn't make it be- cause it was drifting. Then I swam to get in front of it, and figured the current would bring it down to me.

    There were sharks around, and my legs ached, and my life jacket was heavy and hard and giving me cramps, and I never thought I would make it. A man stuck a paddle toward him to help, but Izzi climbed unaided on to the raft and fell across it. Beezley and Hoogendam had been torpedoed once before and had been passen- gers on the vessel. Izzi was to spend months with these four men on that raft. Izzi explained the plight of the men on the bamboo raft, and for a few hours the men tried to paddle the ungainly, rectangular raft toward the bamboo square, but the current forced them apart, and soon the men whom Izzi had left in an attempt to save them were out of sight, among them Emile Joudy, who many times had saved Izzi's life, and Ensign Fawks, who, gaily riding a hatch cover like a horse and wielding a bamboo pole like a lance, had driven sharks away from the men clinging desperately to the frail bamboo.

    Izzi was acquainted with van der Slot, having made the voyage to Egypt and part way back with him. He had seen Beezley and Hoogendam on shipboard but didn't know their names. Hoogendam he remem- bered particularly, because the Dutch boy had tried to come on ship one night with a bottle of beer while Izzi was standing gangway watch. Izzi had refused to let the young man on board, and Hoo- gendam had become quite angry. They were an oddly assorted quintet. Maddox was sensitive, some- thing of an intellectual; Izzi was a husky, intelli- gent, athletic kid; Beezley was a rough and tumble sailor from Hannibal, Missouri, a roisterer; van der Slot was an experienced seaman, of thirty-seven; and Hoogendam was a seventeen-year-old Dutch boy who had escaped from the Nazis and had been a fisherman from the time he was thirteen or four- 40 teen and had only recently become a merchant sea- man.

    Beezley was the first to speak to Izzi, having of- fered him the paddle. Nothing much was said at first, and it is possible that there was a slight tinge of annoyance--nothing stronger-on the part of some of the men at having to thin out the not very apparent comforts of the raft from a four- to a five- way division of food and room. When it was obvious that the men on the raft could not get it over to help any of the men with whom Izzi had spent nearly three days in the water, Izzi and Maddox talked quietly for a while. Mad- dox, who was not clear on the night's events, asked Izzi, "Where were you all night?

    He had been dragged on to the raft a couple of hours before Izzi had reached it. The other three men had been on the raft for more than a day, and were in better shape than either Maddox or Izzi, who, for the first few hours, lay in a half-sleep of exhaustion. The four men broke out some rations for Izzi- a tiny piece of chocolate, a sip of tinned milk, a sea 41 biscuit, and a cup full of water. The raft was about as navigable as a wash tub, yet it was durable and well suited to the purpose for which it was built. It was a crate, eight feet by nine, and built over two, big steel, watertight drums on either end. It was built the same on the bottom as on the top, so that no matter how it was thrown from a ship, it landed right side up.

    There were ledges about two feet wide on the four sides, and in the center was a lower deck space, about five by four feet. In the center of the five-by-four deck was a small hatch which opened into the water below. No part of the raft was solid wood; it was all in slats, but its construction was such that water seldom came up through the bot- tom, although many times it came over the side. The raft rode well in the water, and the men could reach their hands between the slats of the deck and touch water, and if the hatch were open they could put their feet in water. Food and water containers had been stored in the hatch, which could have been reached from either the top or the bottom of the crate, top and bottom being arbitrary terms.

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