Wrote from the view point of a young boy, well teenager really this book talks you what life was like the first weeks of training. This boy who would become a sailor in the royal navy spoke of the kindness he received from the cook, the hard core fear of climbing the mast and the joy he felt upon completing the first few weeks of his training.
After reading tales such as this one all I can say is that my soul revolts against the kind of abuse meted out against milary recruits of all kinds, in this case teen-aged naval recruits. The idea of having to climb a 142-ft mast is something I don’t even want to think of. The randomness that matched a slender boy with a burly heavily-muscled brute as a boxing partner, fairness never enters the equation. Mess call was the only truly positive part of this recruit’s day. Once more I repeat that military discipline and me are polar opposites. The book could use some editing but it does follow its own logic, Naval Logic it seems.