Wulfmann
01-17-08, 09:50 AM
GWX2 in 1944 has me believing Leonidas had a better chance after he was betrayed than a Kaleun!!!
On my third career out of Trondheim again I sat in the convoy lane and when a report came in I was right in the path. I went to periscope depth shut down the motor went silent and waited.
Even still I saw star shells and search lights at what I would guess (night) was 2k meters and they lined up and headed straight for me. My bow torpedo tubes were quickly destroyed (hedgehog I think) and my dash to the convoy (for cover not aggression) found me near enough to fire my only homi at an escort carrier which hit but I never lived long enough to turn around and try and duck under him if , in fact, he was disabled enough.
With that short a time spent I started another career.
I decided to stay away from convoys and search out wimpy targets at the whaling station (none) and then done to the Faroes islands where I proudly sank a tug boat but the coastal batteries kept me from surfacing and attacking the fishing boats.
I then got jumped by a trawler and blasted him with my homi only to find that in spite of a hole 20% his length and no keel he was not affected and proceeded to pound the Scheise out of me.
Robed of what should have been a major naval triumph (in 44) I snuck away and went home at snorkel depth being bombed and pounded by aircraft all the way home so I started to dive during the day at 2 knots to avoid not celebrating Germany's great tug boat sinking and my crew surviving the Great Faroes raid.
Low have the mighty fallen.
This will certainly not please some that enjoy the early years but for us few that relish experiencing what we have read in this period it is a good representation of the difficulty of fielding a 1935 era weapon in 1944.
I will report on patrol 2 later but do not wager I will see Norway again.:huh:
Wulfmann
On my third career out of Trondheim again I sat in the convoy lane and when a report came in I was right in the path. I went to periscope depth shut down the motor went silent and waited.
Even still I saw star shells and search lights at what I would guess (night) was 2k meters and they lined up and headed straight for me. My bow torpedo tubes were quickly destroyed (hedgehog I think) and my dash to the convoy (for cover not aggression) found me near enough to fire my only homi at an escort carrier which hit but I never lived long enough to turn around and try and duck under him if , in fact, he was disabled enough.
With that short a time spent I started another career.
I decided to stay away from convoys and search out wimpy targets at the whaling station (none) and then done to the Faroes islands where I proudly sank a tug boat but the coastal batteries kept me from surfacing and attacking the fishing boats.
I then got jumped by a trawler and blasted him with my homi only to find that in spite of a hole 20% his length and no keel he was not affected and proceeded to pound the Scheise out of me.
Robed of what should have been a major naval triumph (in 44) I snuck away and went home at snorkel depth being bombed and pounded by aircraft all the way home so I started to dive during the day at 2 knots to avoid not celebrating Germany's great tug boat sinking and my crew surviving the Great Faroes raid.
Low have the mighty fallen.
This will certainly not please some that enjoy the early years but for us few that relish experiencing what we have read in this period it is a good representation of the difficulty of fielding a 1935 era weapon in 1944.
I will report on patrol 2 later but do not wager I will see Norway again.:huh:
Wulfmann