I'd got one Sunderland, now somewhere out there is another one on it's last legs -
He tried to lure me down into the water but I had my wits about me and he ended in a watery grave.
Then sadly en route back to France my engine, with virtually no liquids remaining, gave up just off the coast, and I too went to my watery grave.
C'est la vie.
And finally - vill zis fool zem? We'll never know as I met another watery grave before reaching the British coast.
