noon
No one speaks to me in the Mess . I am left severely alone with my memories . The night before last I found a revolver in my room , and attached to it was a piece of paper bearing the words : `` From a friend . '' Perhaps at Wilhelmshafen it will be different , and yet , when I went down to the boat at noon and collected my personal affairs and stepped over her side for the last time , I could not check a feeling of great sadness . We had endured much together , my boat and I , and the parting was hard . _ At Barracks _ . As I suspected when I was appointed here , my job is deadly to a degree , and my main duty is to sign leave passes .