Writing three thank-you letters Alex Harley 1 It was during World War II that I was a young member of the United States Coast Guard. My ship, USS Murzim, has been sailing for several days. Most of her cargo holds contain thousands of boxes of canned goods or dry goods. Other cargo holds are full of five-pound bombs carefully packed on padded shelves. Our destination is a large base on tulagi Island in the South Pacific. Write three thank-you letters, Alex Harry. It was 1943 in World War II. I am a young member of the United States Coast Guard. Our warship "Junshi 1" has been sailing at sea for many days. Most cabins contain thousands of boxes of canned or air-dried food. The rest of the cabin contained many 500-pound bombs, which were carefully placed on padded shelves. Our destination is a large base on tulagi Island in the South Pacific. I am one of several cooks in Murzim. Like people on the shore, on this Thanksgiving morning, we are busy preparing traditional dinner, featuring roast turkey. I'm a chef in Military City One. Like people on the shore, on the morning of Thanksgiving, we were busy preparing a traditional dish, mainly roast turkey. Well, any chef knows that cooking a big meal, serving it, cleaning it up and putting everything away is a very hard job. But in the end, at sunset, we finally finished. As any chef knows, it's hard to cook a big meal, put it on the table, and then clean it up. However, by sunset, we finally got everything ready. I decided to take a breath of fresh air on the back deck of the Merzim first. I went out and walked slowly, inhaling the wind deeply and wearing my white chef hat. I want to get some air on the back deck first. I walked slowly, breathing deeply in the air and wearing the white chef hat on my head. I think of Thanksgiving, Puritans, Indians, wild turkeys, pumpkins, corn cobs, and more.