The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-08-09
YOUNG BRITISH OFFICER
 TELLS THRILLING STORY
 OF BATTLE OFF JUTLAND

shell, descending like the dOve or peace over the troubled waters, about which I wrote. to mother. l would not have missed that for the world.
 Now judge ye! The Huns say they went north on an enterprise; that they encountered the British fleet and returned to port What of their enterprise? Is that a victory? The Huns have repeatedly come out to look for the British navy and not found it. Well, this time they found it. What did they do with it? True, they made good their escape! Is that victory? The Huns have had to remain in their harbors, save for furtive excursions from time to time, and they have to-day. Does victory bear such fruits? The triumphant Hun chuckles because he has met us and has not been annihilated.
 "We, indeed, are not triumphant; we are very unhappy because we were not able to annihilate him. as we had hoped to-; but be quite sure that if we had got at him on clear day. if we had sighted him at a. m., in- stead of at 4 p. m. on that day it would be a very small Hun now. Do not think am talking big; I know of what I speak. We only hope against hope that he will be encour- aged to come out again and give us battle But seeing that he is run by intelligent men, who know exactly what their losses were, we very much fear that we may have seen the last of him for long time.
 British Morale.
 we don't talk about our morale, but if you are thinking at all about such a thing, you may well remem- Der that little shattered destroyer, her head held high.. her guts hanging out. and cheering as she came.
 "The pack is blooded at last, and is spelling for f1ght-even more, now that it knows what real fight is like. Next time am sure we shall have luck, and victory, too.
 And for you at home. who feel badly about the lost men, remem- Der that we are not quite like the army. where almost every man now a-days is volunteer, come out to do his bit. We are most of us here. be- cause long before the war we thought life on the rolling deep would suit our style. We are professionals; we rejoice at the opportunity to put in some good work at our own job, but we are not quite in same category as the poor fellows who have jumped out of civic life and forsaken all to follow. the bloody path of duty. We are just pursuing our ordinary avo- cation: and if any girl is married to .,f fch fod rxxff her eyes open. We were sacrificed years since on the altar, not of Fly men, but of Mars.
 "It is fine life while one is at 1t; not, indeed, this rotten poking about in port and patrolling on winter seas; but the genuine thing is worth the price paid. If am selected next time, why, you will be sorrier than I; for I, at least, shall have seen the Goddess, and albeit she is fickle and her back not altogether beautiful, I am prepared to chance her frown.
 No, there are no fireworks. which equal these-expensive though they be-, and if could but see a Boche battleship go up in a two-million pound holocaust, why. I would be almost prepared to pay cheerfully for such a show my hundred and fifty pounds of flesh and blood. Love to all.
 "P. S.--We have the Kings mes sage to the fleet. think no letter from home ever gave me greater plea sure. My personal feeling for him now is one of actual love! Are we wounded? We'll. perhaps we are, but he has poured balm into our