Platapus
02-28-08, 07:55 PM
The ugly side of war intruded on my last patrol.
Playing with GWX2 and so far I have had a most respectable career. Sticking with my old and trusty (rusty) VIIC (U-52. It is 1943 and I am still representing the Kriegsmarine most righteously. For the first time, I feel confident that we can defeat the British.
Before my last patrol, I had to chance to upgrade my conning tower. Now I can get a heavy flak gun. Throwing down the renown gets me a nice quad 20 and two single 20’s. Life is going to be grand. I will show that drunken paralytic Churchill, what real submarines can do. No longer will I fear air attacks. I am a virtual fortress of flak. I will shoot down so many planes that they will start adding tonnage to my score.
Patrolling in BF but did not find anything. Before heading to port I decided to run my usual search patterns up and down the Western coast of Ireland. It seems that I get more tonnage outside of my assigned patrol area.
“Aircraft sighted!”
Now’s my chance. Rubbing my hands gleefully. Those RAF swine will rue the day they flew against me.
Two Aircraft sighted, should be a piece of cake. Dive to periscope depth?? Are you insane? I want to hop on the radio and call for more planes. I am invincible! I have a quad and two singles. Thats six barrels of flaming death to any aircraft foolish enough to dare attack me. This will be my greatest hour.
<fast forward 240 seconds>
What the hell happened???
Two officers dead, six seamen dead
Flooding finally under control but with 40% hull integrity left.
Flak guns repaired but I simply can’t spare the crew to man them. Not having anyone left who knows one end of a flak gun from another, few of my crew are willing to volunteer for OJT.
More Aircraft sighted. Barely get to periscope depth and don’t dare to go deeper.
Six hours, blessed night. Peace at last.
“Aircraft sighted” We may not be seeing home my friends.
Thanks to my damage control team, I finally limp back to Lorient. Eight comrades dead.
I wonder if spending the renown was worth it. It appears that 1943 is not a good year for subs.
I think I will go back to diving at first aircraft sighting. Why did I even spend the renown for the extra guns?
At least I am alive to learn the lesson. Tomorrow we sail again. I might try traveling on the surface during the day time, at least during the day I can see the verstunkin aircraft.
Playing with GWX2 and so far I have had a most respectable career. Sticking with my old and trusty (rusty) VIIC (U-52. It is 1943 and I am still representing the Kriegsmarine most righteously. For the first time, I feel confident that we can defeat the British.
Before my last patrol, I had to chance to upgrade my conning tower. Now I can get a heavy flak gun. Throwing down the renown gets me a nice quad 20 and two single 20’s. Life is going to be grand. I will show that drunken paralytic Churchill, what real submarines can do. No longer will I fear air attacks. I am a virtual fortress of flak. I will shoot down so many planes that they will start adding tonnage to my score.
Patrolling in BF but did not find anything. Before heading to port I decided to run my usual search patterns up and down the Western coast of Ireland. It seems that I get more tonnage outside of my assigned patrol area.
“Aircraft sighted!”
Now’s my chance. Rubbing my hands gleefully. Those RAF swine will rue the day they flew against me.
Two Aircraft sighted, should be a piece of cake. Dive to periscope depth?? Are you insane? I want to hop on the radio and call for more planes. I am invincible! I have a quad and two singles. Thats six barrels of flaming death to any aircraft foolish enough to dare attack me. This will be my greatest hour.
<fast forward 240 seconds>
What the hell happened???
Two officers dead, six seamen dead
Flooding finally under control but with 40% hull integrity left.
Flak guns repaired but I simply can’t spare the crew to man them. Not having anyone left who knows one end of a flak gun from another, few of my crew are willing to volunteer for OJT.
More Aircraft sighted. Barely get to periscope depth and don’t dare to go deeper.
Six hours, blessed night. Peace at last.
“Aircraft sighted” We may not be seeing home my friends.
Thanks to my damage control team, I finally limp back to Lorient. Eight comrades dead.
I wonder if spending the renown was worth it. It appears that 1943 is not a good year for subs.
I think I will go back to diving at first aircraft sighting. Why did I even spend the renown for the extra guns?
At least I am alive to learn the lesson. Tomorrow we sail again. I might try traveling on the surface during the day time, at least during the day I can see the verstunkin aircraft.