In one of my campaigns, I was at the Northern Tip of England and I was cruising towards St. Georg Canal. I hunted lots of Swordfishes between Loch Ewe and Tobermoray in 1939. I was inexperienced back then and wanted to kill every enemy: D One of the swordfish that was shot and was going down, hit my coning tower (yes the airplane itself hit me
). I lost my watch officer and my best flak gunner that day which I can never forget.
However I learned a good lesson.