"The war" #2 said "is passing us by"...

[Silverleaf]

So the day had come at last. Being trained to lead a boat of sailors was my goal, but getting there had been tough. I lost good friends in the last 12 months, some to service in other countries and a few close friends when the U-Boat they were on never came back. A type II was my destination and my largest fear wasn't death but letting the men see that I was scared stiff. Patience, breathe deep and we'll get through this, or so I thought..

Our first patrol in August had been a shake down of sorts, the men getting used to a brand new ship and me getting used to them. Petre was my #2, a good man whom spoke little but whose actions demanded attention. I had no concerns about him, nor the enlisted men, but a junior officer named Koenig was testing my patience with slow reports of sonar readings.

Our first conversation about a missed merchant ship almost came to blows, though if it weren't for the torpedo man affectionately called Bull, he might have got away with it. Funny how that works, I know Bull's sister, a shapely lass who has her eye on capturing Petre's heart. She's always inviting us over for drinks and on the rare occasion when I can't make it, he begs off for some other "important" task. I think she's wearing him down.

We were to patrol sector AN18, and after I found it on the map, I gave an appreciative whistle. Hans our resident Helmsmen smirked as he plotted in our course, saying just loud enough for me to hear "We'll see what she's made of huh?" I clipped him on the back of the head and said over my shoulder as I went top side "...and I'll see what your made of too."

24 days, three missed merchant signals and one pissed off Captain later, we arrived back at port - five fish wasted and nothing to show for it. Petre tried to talk to me about it, but the only consoling I could stand was a bottle of schnapps.

September 8, 1939

AN42...

Well it's a bit closer this time I thought, throwing the orders down on the table and staring out the window overlooking the docks. I was thinking about strategy, replaying in my mind everything I had been taught and a few tricks that Hebert had shown me on a napkin last night at the club. As I watched a seagull dive down to the water I was snapped out of my revelry by some commotion on the dock. Looks like a child got caught stealing something, the vendor's screaming and threatening to hit her. Even though I'm two stories up, I can't help but want to leap through the window and beat the stuffing out of him, she's just a kid, hungry, scared, we all are.

A hand comes out of no where, blocks the arm and knocks the vendor to the ground. Well, well.. that's Hendrek, my can't hear a damn thing Sonar man coming to the rescue. The merchant gets up, curses Hendrek and fades into the shadows. He kneels down and wipes her face with a hankerchief then quickly looks around and hands her some money. A whisper in the ear, a smile on her face and she's gone to stave off starvation for another day. He heads to the club, and I'm thinking I need to buy him a drink.

Two days out and I've had another conversation with Hendrek, only this time Petre's involved. Something about money lost in a bet, though I can't get the whole story. I tell them it's finished till we get back to Keil, your wasting my time. Up on watch theres a foul wind blowing, the radio's been buzzing with reports of high seas and terrible rain. Our chief screams from below "All right you bastards, time to see what your made of", I can only smile, look at the fading stars, and wait for the impending storm.

"Contact Battleship, bearing 110, long range" comes the reply. It's about time I think and head down to the sonar to take a listen. 36 hours later, we've been making little headway against this storm. I think it's good to be below the waves and out of that wind, but damn Chief, what should we do? He smiles, takes a long draw of powerhouse coffee and doesn't say a word. I can see where this is going Chief, thanks!. I go to my quarters, "#2 you have the con", I need to think...

I awoke 4 hours later to the sound of electric engines humming, not whining. When I popped out to the control room and looked around "The war" #2 said "is passing us by"...

[Jimbuna]

Message from Bdu:

BE MORE AGGRESSIVE!! http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/pirate.gif

[Brag]

I like your characters--keep writing :D

[Task Force]

Very good silverleaf.:yep: you have done a good job on this.;)

[nikbear]

It will be interesting to see where these chaps and the story leads:hmm:keep up the good work:up:

[Silverleaf]

I truly appreciate your kind words, thank you. 8)

I started thinking about writing something as just an introduction to my career, but when I installed SH3 Commander and actually had a crew with names and historical data, well that made it interesting.

I just finished Patrol 3, so we'll see what happens...

Cheers,

R.S.

[Silverleaf]

"We've had a couple reports from HQ, it seems we've lost six U-boats in the last two weeks - the reports are on the console when you have the time". Thanks #2.

"We're nearing end of patrol of AN42, so I was thinking we should stick around and see what happens". I checked our coordinates, looked the status report over and glanced at the radio messages, when I had a thought. Do we have any friends in AN34? .. There seems to be quite a bit of traffic reported near that sector, though I'm hoping it's not more fishing trawlers. I asked for radio reports from the last 72 hours, told Chief to have the entire ship inspected and went up top.

It was near 2200 and I thought the boys on watch might like a break. Petre joined me along with Hedge, a watchman whom had sharp eyes - he quickly gained the name Hawk. Stars, first time I've seen them in a few days. Coffee was brought up and as we took turns enjoying a cup, out of the corner of my eye I caught Hawk staring at me, "Something on your mind?"

"Well Sir, I'm curious about something". Petre looked at me and smiled, I gave a quick shake of my head and said "spit it out". "Well...I've heard that amongst Captains, your one of the caring kind - it's just that.. I was wondering why?". Petre ducked down below with a sideways glance at me and I could hear Hawk holding his breathe. "Relax sailor", "Look, I fully believe if I'm going to be your Captain I have to treat you fairly - yeah, I'm in charge here, but I need to be able to count on everyone to pull their own weight and get along" The way I see it is, I can be a bastard telling you to do this, take care of that and if your feeling a little under the weather, well deal with it."

"But having served aboard a ship with a commanding officer's shoe up my ass isn't what I call "doing it right". I'd much prefer to know my crew personally, to genuinely care about your well-being, and when that moment comes when it's us or them" Hawk had lowered the binoculars to stare at me "I'll have no regrets about how I should have done things".

I had turned to port and lit a cig when Hawk said quietly "I'm glad your my C.O. Kap"

...

[Silverleaf]

All hell broke loose in the next two hours. First we successfully tracked a tanker on his way west, right past our position. Silent running, everything's lined up, tripled check the readings, opened one & two and let them fly. I heard the fish leave and above it a sudden whirring intensified. Good old Hendrek takes this moment to announce "Contact, Warship, Moving Fast". The blood drained from my body.

I screamed as I grabbed for the ladder "secure from silent, crash dive, depth under keel, double knuckle to port, red alert, Damage Control, depth charges and hold on!"...the reports started flying.

"Secured from silent" ...splash...
"Crash Diving" ...splash...splash...
"Charges in the water" ...splash...
"Torpedo #1 Hit" ...bam...
"Depth under Keel: 56" ...bang...
Torpedo #2 Hit"...Kaboom...
"Double Knuckle, Aye"... bang, bang, BOOM!
"Damage to torpedo Tube 1 and 2"
"Conning Tower damage"
"She's going down" ...distant bang...

KABLAM!!!!

The last thing I remember was an intense sheet of pain rolling across my face.

[Silverleaf]

Groggily I opened my eyes, or at least started to and almost passed out from the pain. It was dark, and quiet. Too quiet, I panicked, tried to sit up when hands forced me back down. I was laying on a bed, had to be Doc's bunk, but...

"Easy Captain, your going to be ok".. a soft voice whispered in my ear, "your in the hospital at Kiel." Kiel? a thousand thoughts floated through my mind, my crew, my boat. "If you want me to stay here, please answer my questions - what happened, how.."

"All in good time Captain, you need rest, your a lucky man".. a slight pinch and in a few moments I started to sink, ever deeper into the abyss of my soul.

***
.... fuzzy dreams roll through my conscious, sailors screaming around me, loud banging, cracking and water spraying ..."Captain...flooding in torpedo room, damage control...Captain?...we're taking on water...Captain!!"...I see the faces of my crew, of Klaus never seeing his family again, of Bull's sister hearing the news that he and Petre were gone, her falling to the floor, heartbroken and wrought with emotion. But strangely in my last moments I see the face of Hawk, staring at me and silently pointing"...

***

Three months later...

"Well Captain, it looks as if your coming along nicely, you'll be discharged tomorrow. I mumbled a quiet thank you to the doctor, turned and stared out the window. "oh, one more thing, you have a visitor".

As I turned towards the door Chief came charging in, with Petre and Bull in tow. "Captain, it's good to see you sir", Chief grabbed my hand firmly, Petre saluted sharply and Bull tried to squeeze the stuffing out of me, all at once.

"Bull..*gasp*.. Bull"

Petre yelled.."Let him go your hurting...", Bull dropped me and stepped back, "Sorry sir!..". After I caught my breath, the four of us got reacquainted and as I started to ask what was obviously written all over my face, Chief quietly shook his head and looked around. We went outside for fresh air, and near a fountain we found solitude, lit cigs and got comfortable. Chief pulled out an old flask - not his black skinned one - and took a long drag.

"Ok, so is someone going to fill me in..."

[Silverleaf]

"You really don't remember do you?", startled I turned to see my C.O. walking towards our group, I tried to stand but he put us at ease right away. "So, I'm here to get the official story, I've read the crews reports but until I'm satisfied this case is still open, so go ahead Chief, fill him in". "Aye Sir" Chief sat back down, looked at Bull and Petre then focused on me. "First, I need you to tell me everything you do remember, don't leave anything out".

I flashed back through the haze, and started to speak.

"Well, we were after a tanker, I had Petre double check my readings, and once everything was green I fired tubes 1 & 2. About that time I ... started yelling orders ... I heard a whirling sound, thought we had a fish coming back at us and .."

I paused and shook my head, trying to make sense of all the images and sounds rolling through my mind. I looked at Chief bewildered...

"According to the record Captain, you called a string of orders out after we all heard that sound, and just as Hendrek reported a warship closing on our position. A few moments later when I got close to you, your face was covered in blood. At first, I thought you were dead, but your eyes flickered and.."

"That's when I took over, you had called for a deep double knuckle and damage control. When I looked around Chief was beside you, and Doc was trying to stop the blood flow." Petre had leaned forward, a grimace on his face. "We got away, took serious damage to the ship, lost four .. five.. men. Once we were away silently and safely, we headed back here with all the speed we could muster. Doc didn't think you were going to make it, but you were fighting Cap.."

"I don't remember...I ...."

"Easy Captain, Bull..?"

"Sir, I was on my way forward to help Kostos, who was having problems with the hatch leading to the engine room. I glanced up and saw Hawk pointing, then I saw you falling to the ground, and ..." Chief passed his flask to me, I took a deep drag, and choked from the potent liquor.

"Captain..." I looked at Dreden, a man whom I trusted, a man who kept his shoe up my rear end for almost two years, never giving me a break. The look on his face sent shivers down my spine - he's still the most intense man I've ever met. He pulled a file out of his attache and flipped a couple pages...

"I call your attention to the report filed by Seaman Johannes Hedge. During the crash dive to avoid a Destroyer and Depth Charges, he witnessed Lieutenant Ernst Hendrek run from the Sonar room, and hit you on your blind side with a wrench. Furthermore, Seaman Hedge helped to restrain Lieutenant Hendrek during the waning moments after the attack."

"This incident was witnessed by first mate Eric "Bull" Hermann, and during the action, Lieutenant Hendrek was subsequently strapped into a bunk and armed security was placed for his protection. As Lieutenant Petre Eichler secured the boat and crew, and started the trip back to port, there was a secondary rupture in the forward hull."

"Damage Control was able to secure the area, but not without casualties. Seamen Erwin Winterfield, Rolf Lang, Artur Trotha, Gerfried Simon and Lieutenant Ernst Koenig-Hendreck succumbed."

...

[nikbear]

Blimey:o

[Silverleaf]

I woke from a terrible dream, sweat rolling off me. Light a cig, and wonder for the thousandth time what could have been done differently to prevent such an attack. No information as to what motivated Hendreck has been found. No letters, contacts, or even family members wanting his personal effects. A full investigation is ongoing, or so they tell me.

I pine to get back and visit my ship. I've wanted to see her and the crew so badly these last few months, but I wasn't permitted. I felt like a prisoner most nights at the hospital, and the staff there wouldn't allow anyone to see me unless they were Kriegsmarine. I can deal with the pain, I can deal with the loneliness, but I miss the sea, my ship and my crew.

I was informed that I've an important meeting tomorrow at 0700 hours near the harbor. Try to sleep, but can't. Set out early this morning and feel alive for the first time in months, salt air sinking into my pores, a vibrancy about the streets, the smell of fish, close now. Around the corner she waits, I can hear the sounds of work, cranes, welders, and distant voices.

I stop. Heart pounding, breath shallow. Lean back against the wall, catch my breath and try to calm down. In that alligator part of my brain I shouldn't be afraid, I'm completely safe, and yet I'm overwhelmed. Hands shaking, kneel down, light a smoke and feel sweat rolling down my back. This close and yet...

"Sir?.. is that...ah it is you, glad you made it, we're just around the corner."

[Silverleaf]

My dear friend Petre, hearing his voice calms my jangled nerves and I think of how far we've come...

We grew up in the same neighborhood and both had a fascination for rocketry and the sea. My father worked with Johannes Winkler, a member of the Verein fur Raumschiffahrt - Society for Space Travel (VfR) which included other members with names like Valier, Hohmann, Oberth, Esnault-Pelterie and Rynin. These were the luminaries of early rocketry research in Germany in 1927. In 1931 at the ripe age of 17, Petre and I started helping Winkler with work on his HW-1 (Huckel-Winkler I), which had a central combustion chamber surrounded by three cylindrical tanks, one containing liquid oxygen, the second containing pressurized liquid methane and the third pressurized nitrogen gas. In retrospect, shaped liked a triangular prism, it looked nothing like the V2 would.

On March 14, 1931 Johannes recorded the following:

"By 4:45 pm, everything was ready for me to throw the ignition switch. It was an exalting and blissful moment when the apparatus rose from the launching table and climbed up with a rumbling, metallic hiss. Its motion was very steady. At a certain height, the apparatus turned over further further into the horizontal, then maintained this direction for some time and finally landed at a distance of nearly 200 meters from the launching point".

For Petre and I, it was exhilarating to watch German technology perform what we thought was the first rocket flight in history. Later we learned that Goddard had flown rockets in 1926 with great success.

***

As we were helping clean up the remains of the debris, Petre caught my arm and pointed to the river. There a barge was creeping along carrying an old submarine. Without a glance back we scurried down to the water's edge to see her up close.

"Ahoy, where's she going?" Petre yelled. "Up for repairs lads, she's still got life just needs a little TLC". The old sailor winked at us. I whistled and admired her lines. Painted on the side was U162. When she had drifted out of sight round the bend we headed back to our task, distracted throughout we finished with a bit of yelling from Winkler.

Later that night as we sat on the dock with our feet in the river, Petre looked at me and said "Someday I'll be on one of those boats, under the water slipping silently through the night. Just think of it, noone to tell you where to go, what to do and you can disappear whenever you like". "Aye my friend, would be a great life". I dreamt that night of visiting strange lands and being admired by everyone when we pulled into port.

Little did I know...

[nikbear]

Aha,the back story to how it all started,the building of the characters and they're personality's,very clever;)I'm liking this,keep up the good work:up:

[Silverleaf]

Thanks Nik, your positive comments are really keeping my mind working. 8)

Its funny I've never really written stories before, always thought it would be fun but something always stopped me. This is a refreshing way to relax and SH3 appears to be a nice outlet.

A few of the characters are defining themselves, a feeling that is quite alien to me because I'm not working at it, just letting it go. I suppose it's akin to an out-of-body experience - I'm typing and the words are just rolling out, though I'm not sure where its leading at this point.

Hopefully it'll be worth the trip.

[bigboywooly]

Very good
Coming along nicely and really looking forward to more
:up:

Top marks

[Silverleaf]

I stood up slowly and dropped the cigarette, its heat burning my fingers then snuffed it with my shoe. "We've known each other for 20 years Petre and you still call me sir when we're alone. I've never gotten used to that" I chuckled. He smiled bashfully, knowing full well I was giving him a good ribbing.

"Its good to hear you laugh again, old friend. These last few months have been tough on the crew without you around. Hawk and a few of the fellas are meeting us later and Klaus sends his best".

"How's Klaus doing, what with twins and all?", I asked as we walked slowly around the corner, the dock alive with activity and urgency.

"Well his mother's staying for a few weeks, but Sharla told me she can hardly wait to send him back to sea. He's doting over those boys something fierce. Oh before I forget, this is from the crew".

He handed me a small thin black box, with a Kriegsmarine logo on the front and a matching black ribbon wrapped around two opposite corners. I took it gingerly, felt its weight and looked at my friend. We spotted a bench next to a merchant stand selling fresh fruit and sat down. I stared at the box.

"It's not going to bite you know".

"Yeah, yeah". I popped the ribbon off a corner and slowly opened the lid. Inside on a piece of velvet was a beautiful sterling silver cigarette case with a central script B. When I flipped the case over I was speechless. An etched u-boat rising from the depths with waves and seabirds flying greeted my eyes. In the upper left corner was

Kptlt. R.S. Barker
Zum Geburtstag
V.S. Kriegskameraden U-8008
10 December 1940


http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj239/silverleaf1982/Barker.jpg

I was speechless. Birthday?..today's my birthday. I totally forgot with everything happening these last few months. I fondled the metal carefully, rubbing my fingers across its lettering.

"The crew wanted you to have something to remember them by, and as a token of my friendship we came up with this". I put the box in my pocket, cigarettes in the new case. As I stood and slid the case away Petre clapped me on the shoulder, "Come on we've got an appointment to keep".

[A Very Super Market]

Good job, it takes guts to post an article of your own for strangers to read.

I like it. Not much else to say, but I like it. :up:

[Jimbuna]

Good reading http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/thumbsup.gif

[Silverleaf]

I looked around, caught my bearings as we arrived at the ship's birth. I stood staring and blinking as welders poured over part of a ship, laying terribly damaged. She looked like my ship, albeit the tower was missing and the deck was in shambles. I watched as a crane slowly lowered a large chunk of shining metal down to the hull and workers quickly positioned it into place, then the welders flooded over to that spot and began working feverishly.

Petre stood beside me, his eyes reflecting the sparks of welding and a solemn look overcame him. We watched for a bit and then I spied part of the tower on a truck as it arrived. It was gently moved into place, and the crew began their dance again.

"Our car's waiting old friend". Petre smiled. "Our..car?, But I thought this was our boat".

"Shes damaged yes, but she'll be back to work soon". Petre said as he grabbed my arm and led me away. As the door shut behind me my last glance was at the numbers faintly visible on the conning tower - U23. That is my boat, I thought.

"Where are we going?" He only smiled, tipped his cap lower and said "you better get some rest, we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us".

[Bosje]

Its funny I've never really written stories before, always thought it would be fun but something always stopped me. This is a refreshing way to relax and SH3 appears to be a nice outlet.


Isn't it just? Amen to that :)

very nice work, keep it up :up:

[Silverleaf]

As the hours passed, I caught glimpses of life out the windows that brought back memories from my youth. An older couple sat on their front porch, him smoking a pipe and drinking from a tin cup while his wife knitted a pair of socks. In the next field over a farmer was working diligently on an old plow blade while in their front yard a mother hung the days laundry on a clothesline. Small children were playing tag in front of a barn, whilst their dog chased merrily along - their laughter infectious and carefree.

We stopped for a break to stretch the legs and get some lunch and while waiting for our driver I spied a group of boys playing soldier. They played dugouts and maneuvers, took turns with toy rifles and rocks. They marched in small squads, the older boys playing corporal or sergeant leading them along. As we prepared to leave one boy in the group spotted me and quickly broke rank, running as fast as he could towards our vehicle.

When the others saw what was up I was quickly surrounded by dirty, yet bright faces full of wonder and questions. They all were quiet, looking at my war badges, touching me lightly on the arms, admiring the quality of my uniform and giving me the once over. One boy with a sling stood straight and asked, "are you a pilot Sir?". A couple of them giggled, and an older one slapped him across the back of the head. "No, he's infantry".

"Infantry?, he's not. Look at that emblem on his jacket, he's Navy" the first boy, now pulled me down to his level, his fingers touching my sub emblem, then quickly retreating to pull out a kerchief and wipe his fingerprints away.

"What's your name son?", I asked quietly.

"Hans Reichel Sir", came the reply.

"Your pretty smart for an eleven year old Hans".

He beamed, then continued "I'll be ten next week". He looked up at my face then, his fingers tracing the scar that started by my left eye and worked down to my ear. He looked up at my hat, recognition dawning on his face. Startled he dropped his hand quickly away and gasped out "Your a Captain". I nodded slowly.

"That's right boy's he is" the sound of Petre's voice caused them all to jump. "and a fine one at that". They moved apart, allowing him to move closer to me. Questions formed on their faces, but Hans stepped boldly forward and asked "What ship Sir?".

I stayed kneeling looking him in the eye - remembering how my father would do the same when he needed to tell me something important. "I'm a U-boat Captain, until recently U-23 or so it seems" I glanced up and continued "and this fine soldier here is my 2nd, Lieutenant Petre Eichler".

They formed a circle around us begging for more information but Petre told them "we'd love to stay and talk but we have to go", he nodded to the driver, I stood and the children formed a hasty line. They promptly saluted, I returned it with passion and got back in the car. As we pulled away the boys had scattered, leaving young Hans standing there. I nodded to him and winked.

He smiled and yelled "Good Hunting Captain!".

[Silverleaf]

"So how much longer are you going to keep me in the dark Petre?", I paused to take a drink of water before continuing "It's obvious U-23 has a new Captain, and by the signpost we passed an hour ago, we're heading west". Ereck, our driver had quickly pulled his eyes back to the road when I caught him looking.

Petre grabbed an envelope from his attache and handed it to me. "Your timing is impeccable Sir, I was ordered to hand this to you on the outskirts of our objective". He nodded out the window and I followed his gaze to see a sign with Wilhelmshaven 2KM written on it. I broke the wax seals and sliced the package open. A small sealed envelope fell out along with a carefully folded letter.

I hold my future in my hands I thought, no time like the present to see where it will lead;

_____

Kapitän Z.S. Barker
Keil Gastfreundschaft

Captain,

Your ordered to Wilhelmshaven.
Once at HQ, you are to report to Großadmiral Raeder.

So ordered and noted,
Vizeadmiral Elrich Dreden

10 December, 1940

P.S. Good luck!
_____


I dropped the letter to my lap, gave a resigned sigh and looked at Petre. "well #2, it looks like we're in for it now".

Inwardly "Ah crap" is what I thought...

[Silverleaf]

"Your right on time Captain". Speltz, the sniveling secretary greeted us with a smart snap of the heels and a quick salute. "Lieutenant", he nodded to Petre and told us where to put our jackets. "Großadmiral Raeder is expecting you, please go in".

As Speltz departed, Petre whispered, "I can't believe he's still here, miracles never cease".

"Not now #2".

The doors closed quietly behind us, and the Großadmiral's office was just as impressive as the rumors said. We stood inside, taking in the surroundings when "Ah Captain Barker, good to finally meet you", rang strongly through the silence. He was beside a large table, we snapped to attention, "Sir, Captain Barker and Lieutenant Eichler reporting as ordered".

"Yes, yes, come over here". We made our way across the huge room, avoiding the many fine antiques and decorations that adorned the leader of the Kriegsmarine's office. When we got near him, he absentmindedly motioned us to sit. The table was covered with a large map of the Atlantic, with model ships and planes scattered around. He jotted something down on a notepad and took a sip of what looked like coffee. He continued to make notes, moving models here and there.

"My compliments Sir on Operation Weserübung, a grand success" I replied.

"Ah yes, thank you Captain".

I glanced at the map, keeping one eye on him as I did. We sat for perhaps 10 minutes studying the layout when he said "Ah, I'm sorry Captain", he began, "this damn war is escalating and that bastard Göring is still on my ass about his Luftwaffe being more important". He dropped his pen on the table and stood up, moving over to his desk hidden behind a clutter of books and charts. We rose quickly, but when he saw us he motioned again for us to sit.

"I've been over your file and all the reports from your crew. This is a damn queer thing, the attack and all, but I need to set the record straight as to why I've called you here". He came back over to the table, told us to get a drink and then sat down. He opened a folder, glanced at the papers, then said, "First off, let me put you at ease, your not in trouble. On the contrary my first concern was for your safety".

Petre came back to the table with drinks, handed me a glass and sat down.

"See, this story made huge news all the way back in Berlin Captain and well, it occurred to me that getting you out of Kiel might be the best thing considering the amount of 'interest' you've garnered. It wouldn't do to have an officer followed wherever he went, especially when there are so many possibilities for espionage. You've all the makings of a fine leader, but I'm sorry to say that U-23 can't be your boat anymore, and not just because she took serious damage from her last patrol".

It made sense, leaving Kiel was something I expected though not for the reason's the Admiral mentioned. But my boat, that was a different matter entirely.

He continued, "Captain, I'll be frank. We've lost a number of experienced hands and boats the last three months here at Wilhelmshaven. It hasn't been easy with France and England at war with us, every boat and man needs to muster all the guts they have to keep fighting and surviving. We need to continue to press the attack, to slow down supplies and give those convoys something to think about".

I leaned forward, placed my drink on the coaster and waited for my commanding officer to continue.

"We've few ships here that aren't in need of desperate repairs, but we've recently finished work on a different class of u-boat. Look, with your crew speaking so highly of you, and glowing reports from Vizeadmiral Dreden, well I couldn't help but think that someone whose been through hell and back wouldn't mind making a few more trips there".

[Silverleaf]

"So, what say you".

I tried hard not to smile, disguising my pleasure with a quick grab of my drink and turned to look at my second. Petre was quiet for a moment, then he stood and said "Sir, it's been an honor to serve with my Captain these last 13 months, and I believe I can speak for our crew when I say; when do we leave?".

I stood as well, stepping forward to shake the Admiral's hand, "I'd be a fool not to accept such an opportunity". He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, "There are some details to be worked out, crew, final fitting, orders and such - but there is a more important matter to discuss".

"Sir?"

"It's common knowledge that most Captain's have a special insignia - either to recognize what Flotilla their part of or for some personal reason, what were you thinking?". I mulled it over for half a second then said "Triple Infinity Sir". He blinked, then pointed to the paper laying on his desk - show me". I drew an 8 on it's side, flanked with 8's on either side.

8OO8

"Oh, and what does that mean?".

"Infinity, Power, and Simplicity Sir, my mother taught me that. It's quite complicated really.."

"Go on Captain, you've piqued my interest".

"Well, according to ancient script, the divine spark is filled with essential virtues and that the intellect understands as a unique substance. So, if you follow that, then this spark is made up of three persona which are signified by three forms". I paused to take a drink and gauge the Admiral's reaction. He waited.

"The first of those meanings is itself triple: Infinity, life and eternity. The second is also triple: Power, wisdom and love, and the third meaning is also triple: simplicity, glory and perfection. Thus it means that three persona are in this divine spark".

"Continue". He lit a cigarette and refilled his coffee cup.

"Lastly, as memory means one thing, understanding means another thing, and will, still another one. Understand than that infinity, power, simplicity means Paternity. Life, wisdom, glory mean Filiation; eternity, love, perfection means Procession."

"That is why when the intellect understands what infinity, life and eternity signify - a higher realm of consciousness exists within oneself. Thus my reason for the Triple Infinity emblem, it's complex yet quite simplistic at its basic level".

Admiral Raeder leaned his head back, closed his eyes for a moment pondering, then after a time sat up sharply. "Filiation - the act or fact of forming a new branch. As in society or group. My God, your speaking on many levels based on micro and macro scale". He stood up and came right up to me, "do you realize this is exactly what the Fuhrer envisions, only on a national, even world scale - an eradication of the old and a change to the new".

"If I may Sir, there is also the Mantra that accompanies the Triple Infinity", I paused and as I said the phrase, traced my fingers around each 8 'Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya'. My mother had a friend from India whom visited a few years back, he taught me it". I finished tracing the numbers then said "it means 'That which abides in all things and in which all things abide' ".

"Captain, someday I hope to meet your mother. She's done a wonderful job of raising you. Anyways, I think this emblem would be perfect for you, so I have work to do and you have some crewmen to gather. We'll meet back here in a week to finalize your orders. Oh and Captain...".

"Sir?"

"Make sure you find a qualified Sonar man this time".

[Jimbuna]

Real good stuff this http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/thumbsup.gif

[Silverleaf]

Jimbuna,

Thank you for the kind words. 8))

[Silverleaf]

Wilhelmshaven Port
23 December 1940
Captain's Personal Log

0300:
We've been running silent for the last 12 hours and staying at depths near 80-100 meters, stopping every 45 minutes for sound contact checks. The crew is anxious for action but I have my orders. Maintain silence, change depth and speed every 30 minutes, altering course by 20 degrees minimum.

25 December 1940
0915:
Christmas Day. Hans, the new sonar man has been impressive, he's successfully tracked a tanker heading due north for the last 6 hours. Has filed reports as per my orders for the last 18 hours - straining yes, but I need to be sure. He's resting now as we head towards the outer marker of our patrol route.

26 December 1940
2303:
Chief reports a few problems with fittings and bulkheads, but this new Type VII boat is proving to be a vast upgrade from our previous ride. Bull has reported loose storage straps in his torpedo room, both front and aft. We spent 3 hours on the surface while this issue was resolved. Chief has a seven page list of improvements for the engineers. The crews elated when I give the order...begin the hunt.

28 December 1940
2134:
Action. Hans tracked a distant contact, with accurate speed and course bearings, well enough that we bagged a heavy merchant and a tanker around 14,000 tons. We have a good ship and a better Sonar man.

29 December 1940
0800:
Returned to Wilhelmshaven. Admiral Raeder personally met us at the docks, a rare occasion but not without merit. Chief is satisfied with the ship, though he did say she needed his personal attention for the next few weeks. We're back in the mix, and ready to give them hell.

[nikbear]

Excellent news,new boat and back in the hunt:rock::up::arrgh!:

[Silverleaf]

I sat in a dark corner of the club, shoulder against the wall, soaking my sorrows and lack of companionship with a good bottle of booze while cigarette smoke and old music drifted through my consciousness. It was times like these that I dreamt of the sea, of being alone on a small boat drifting on the tides and letting good fortune set my course. A few patrons snoozed at a table, while a Fraulein danced somewhat seductively for a few of the men paying attention.

This was a dive, a place for rats to stay under the mantel and out of harm's way, or so I've heard. I liked the place personally, never bothered, the barkeep knew me, knew who I was but never said a word and kept me supplied in liquor. I was just starting to nod off when the smell of oil and grease assaulted my senses. A burly hand was laid on my arm, and I looked up into the hazy face of Chief.

"Thought I might find you here Kap", he said as he sat down next to me, "looks like you've a head start, mind if I try to catch up?"

"Be my guest Chief, I'll not be responsible for any headaches that might occur though".

Laughter filled my ears, "Ah Kap, tis good to mix it with you". He quickly swallowed a shot, then ordered two more. When the keep came to replenish our glasses, Chief grabbed the bottle and sent the man on his way.

"So, you mind if I mix business?", he glanced at me while refilling.

"Chief speak your mind, you always do".

"Oh well, it's just that I was wondering what your thoughts were on this new boat. I think she'll serve us well, now that I got those engineers straightened out and all". He lit a stoagie, poured more whiskey and turned to face me.

"Well, I like her Chief, she's got fine lines, handles well and if you give her hell, she'll give it right back".

He laughed again, loud and clasped me on the shoulder "who the hell are you talking about, some dame?".

"What?, oh.." I laughed at the joke, and continued between sips of my drink "yeah, did sound a bit like a woman huh?. She's a good boat Chief, I love the way she sounds deep in the dark, silent, her motors purring and keeping us safe from them".

He bit into his stoagie hard, grimaced as he finished another gulp then looked me in the eye "Your a hell of a Kaptain, and we've got a good crew - with a boat like her, we're sure to give em' hell. 18000 tons on the boards from the last patrol. You listen to me Kap, do your job and I'll keep her purring for you".

He got up and staggered off to the head leaving me to ponder where I could find a woman as good as my boat.

[rome8800]

Awesome, I'm really loving it.
I can really place myself into the characters and, its got something special.
I dont know what, but something special ;)

[bigboywooly]

Very nice
Always look forward to the next installment
Keep em coming
:up:

[Jimbuna]

Be quick about the woman part http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/evillaugh.gif

[Silverleaf]

16 March, 1941
Captain's Log

We've been sitting on the bottom for the last 14 hours. Serious damage to all compartments has the crew close to the breaking point, whether it's them or the ship is yet to be determined. At this moment, 5 men have lost their lives, due to DC's and flooding.

[Silverleaf]

21 hours earlier...

BDU sent a report of a convoy heading due west - some 40 degrees to starboard from our current position. It's been hell playing mud puppy to the battleship group that's been tailing us relentlessly for 3 days. Chief reports some minor damage from DC's and a close rake with the ocean floor - how I wish we could go on the offensive.

I've called rig for silent and changed course so many times I need to keep checking the map for our position. Petre keeps giving me coffee, Doc orders me to lay down, and Bull wants to load the torpedoes and give em' hell. Hans has done a fantastic job, he's relentless, and when we get back to port I'm putting him in for a medal - he's earned it in spades.

"Contact moving away sir - it's quiet, for the time being". I personally check out the sonar, and change course another 60 degrees, dropping 30 more meters as we go. Chief has sweat and grease dripping off him from checking the batteries, so far their holding up well.

Sonar, give me readings every 2 minutes for the next 20. #2, if everything is quiet, periscope depth and tell Bull to get some eels ready. I gulp down more coffee, this time Chief's added some of his hooch to it. Whoa, that's got a kick! An hour later, we're free and clear of those bastards, and sailing North East at breakneck speed. Something tells me we're in for one hell of a ride, but I'm enjoying the sea spray and fresh air.

Chief joins the watch elbowing me for a refill, I nod slowly and just as he finishes pouring a drought, Hans screams "Multiple screws, moving West, medium speed".

Here we go again...

[kdv]

Well done, this is a very interesting read!

Keep up the good work, and may I suggest - this has the makings of a good novel, depending on how much writing you're willing to do :).

[Silverleaf]

We've played the mouse for too long Chief. Bull, get them eels ready and pronto, something feels wrong. Hans is listening intently, making notes when he drops the headset "Captain, listen to this".

When I'm ready Hans turns the dial and a cacophony of screws greets my ears. Hans gives me a perplexed look, then I nod for him to repeat. After three passes, I drop the headset, ignoring his stare and turn to Petre. All stop, I want silence for the next ten minutes.

The ship goes dead, everyone holding their collective breath as Hans and I continue to listen, marking times and coordinates, comparing notes and staring holes into the Junghans stopwatch as the minutes pass. Victor slides in when the time has passed, and we all gather around the map to lay out the data. When everything has been drawn and we get a view of the situation, I can feel the ship's nerves set on edge.

Twenty eight ships, heading Northwest.

#2, check if we have any reports of other u-boats in the region. Chief, bring us to course 335, max speed. All stations stand by.

This will be our first real test, a convoy or perhaps even a task force. With that storm up there those ships won't make good time and we can beat em. Chief gave the order, then came over to where we were standing "Captain, where we heading?".

I looked at Petre, then slowly dropped my hand down to the map, sliding my finger up and stopping at the words 'Scapa Flow'.

[Weiss Pinguin]

Hanging on every word. :up:

[STEC]

great job, good imagination.:know:

[Silverleaf]

6 hours later we were in position, periscope depth and screws barely turning. I took a quick look, nasty waves, high seas and then bang there they were. We've spotted the entire British fleet I thought as Petre confirmed the sighting.

All right boys, it's time to start the hunt. #2 confirm positions at check. His silence spoke volumes as Chief grabbed my shoulder - a firm but reassuring grasp. Check, gears turned and check. 24 and 38 degrees. Two huge merchants. Chief, come to heading 31 we'll split the differ..

Hold!!

As I peered through the periscope a destroyer rolled past my view and a massive ship came into sight. Either a troop or ..damn waves... battleship perhaps but couldn't tell for sure. Then as I was ready to move, a glint of moonlight shown through, and the Hood's older stacks became prominent.

Check position. 28 degrees

I watched the destroyer and she looked like she was angling inwards slightly towards the center of the group, if so, then we might have a clear shot. Worth a go.

Chief, come to heading 26.
Depth under Keel as tube 1 fires.
Open tubes 1 through 4, 2 degree spread.

Petre gave the thumbs up, and I waited..feeling my heartbeat and counting them 6, 7, 8, 9, ... tubes 1 and 3 LOS!

Depth is 84 Sir. I waited another 5 heart beats... tubes 2 and 4 LOS!

As the eels slid away, I was already dropping the scope and giving new orders. Damage control to stations, double knuckle to starboard, dive to 56, continue for 45 seconds, then rig for silent. Hans, I want sonar reports 30 seconds after we turn.

The boat exploded into action, and through it all Petre stood still, balancing his body and keeping an eye on his stopwatch as we started the tight turn.

I had a vision of the battle in my head, the eels flying strong through the turbulence, perhaps one of two of the sonar men picking up a slight disturbance on board one of the ships, but in these rough seas, good luck. We, turning away and showing our tail and a slim target, and above the ships struggling mightily against the storm.

As we came out of the turn, I looked at the clock beside Chief. 42..43..44..45.

"Rig for silent" came Chief's call.

"Time Captain" came the voice over my shoulder as a report was slid into my view. Victor and Hans had become quite a team. Nothing yet on Sonar. Chief, turn to heading 145.

I gazed at Petre, the clock in my head saying we had perhaps another minute before we'd know when Hans screamed, "CONTACT! Screw right on top.."

There was a horrendous sound as the boat lurched. Then the lights went out.

[Silverleaf]

Creaking and buckling sounds greeted my ears, though I couldn't see a damn thing. "I need damage and crew reports, and someone get working on the lights". Multiple depth charges jolted us some more, sending the ship rolling severely from port to starboard, and in a few cases, on all axis. In the distance explosions sounded but we couldn't be sure what they were.

Otto, one of our trusted Helmsmen was seriously injured, Doc was working on him frantically to close a large gash in his side. A few crewmen came to help us move him back to a bunk and Bull appeared in the doorway between flickers of light and a torch haphazardly held to report the loss of three men. Oskar, Erwin and Felix. I nodded slowly, wiping blood off my hands. As I made my way past Bull the boat jumped again - slamming hard on what could only be the ocean floor - and grinding along what sounded like a rocky outcropping. Hopefully she doesn't tear apart along the seam.

Lights flickered, then went out and at the same time we all hit the deck, hard. Then silence.

The DC's faded at least temporarily, and then with a last deep gurgle the boat lurched to one side and stopped, listing to port by some 9 degrees, it was surreal to realize we were on the bottom of the ocean and still alive.

When I made it back to the command room the lights flickered on for half a heartbeat, went off then started to brighten from a dull glow. Klaus screamed from the foredeck that partial lights were restored, and that he and Chief were checking the batteries. Petre appeared from below the table, a nasty cut on his head, but he still held the watch in his hands. I helped #2 over to a bunk, and checked his wound. You'll make it old friend, and hopefully we all will.

A few moments later the wretched death throe sounds of a ship coming to join us could be heard, the joy and sorrow that moment brought won't soon be forgotten as I made my way over to the gauges, wiping condensation to clear the dials, and checking positions. Water reported in the rear torpedo room, but it was under control. I squinted through the haze at the depth, blinked then wiped again. #2, came staggering over and peered over my shoulder...

207 meters.

[Silverleaf]

Chief took this moment to appear, enough sweat and grease to make me do a double take. He glanced at the depth, checked some gauges then turned to face me.

"Kap, it's not good. We've got ruptures throughout the ship, and some flooding. We've got enough air for 35 hours and the batteries are in fair shape. Christoff, one of our Damage Control team got trapped and Doc just told me... Otto didn't make it".

He pulled out his flask, went to take a drink and realized it was empty. A small hole in the side told the tale. "Dammit" he bellowed "that's two in six months!"

I nodded to Leopold our second shift Helmsman and he brought out a bottle of whiskey, which we passed around. After a short break, I told Petre to order everyone off duty to report to their bunks. We need to save air and take stock of everything. I'm off to help Chief and see how the boat's holding up.

[nikbear]

I read that all so fast that I had to read it twice,I'm on the edge of me seat here:o:o:o cracking material :up:

[kdv]

Hasn't their air run out yet :o?

We need an update!

[Silverleaf]

I awoke to the banging of a pipe near the ladder, raised my head groggily and peered through the din. Chief leaned back heavily against the bulkhead with exhaustion written on his face. Sweat rolled off his body, his breath was short and labored. He took a drink of water and then glanced my way. "Sorry Kap, that's the best I can do". He rose to his feet and slowly stumbled over to where I sat hunched against the table.

"Its okay Chief, we've got enough air, but if she don't rise it won't matter". He wiped the gauges, took another glance then turned to me. I stood up, wiping a ten minute nap from my eyes as we checked the list. "Everything that can be done, has been. We need to give her a go, and pray like hell". I nodded and moments later everyone was in position. Sonar was clear.

"Chief, take her up".

Every eye was trained on the depth gauge as Chief nodded, grabbed Leopold's shoulder's as we waited holding our breath.

[Silverleaf]

Slowly excruciatingly slowly the gauge began to move. 208, 207, 206, then there was a terrifying grinding sound as the boat lurched even further to port throwing a few of the men against the wall. I held fast against the periscope housing as a million thoughts ran through my head, a picture of what was happening outside the ship refused to clarify in my mind. Between groans from some of the men, a terrible ripping, stretching sound came from the forward torpedo room. Petre and Bull came flying into the room, feet leading the way.

"Kap, stop!" Bull shouted, "there's something happening up front!".

"Dammit Chief, put us back down!". The boat rolled a bit more, then we felt the sand and mud as the rear of the ship settled once more on the bottom. Even before we started forward through the doors, the noise rose in pitch. It sounded like metal against metal, tearing and ripping sounds drowned out anything else.

Along the way I grabbed some small pieces of cloth, jammed them into my ears and stepped through into the torpedo room. I stood in the wrecked remains of a once proud room as water sipped against my feet and chains were haphazardly strewn everywhere. Repairs were being made, a pipe was being clamped and then the noise diminished slightly, rose in octave, then suddenly stopped.

I pulled the cloth from my left ear tentatively, and was greeted to normal sound. Bull pointed to the port side above the tubes and yelled "it's coming from there Kap". I climbed up and listened. The sound of water and bubbles could be heard but nothing else.

"Whatever it was it stop... wait, listen". A groaning sound started to rise in pitch. It rose a few decibels then evened off and died again. The hair on the back of my head stood up.

[chanbasti]

awesome story so far... please wright more!!!

[Silverleaf]

I stood on the piping, feet cramping and listened to what was going on outside the hull. Every few moments that groaning rose in pitch, flattened off and then stopped. I glanced around at the crewmen, exhaustion written in their posture, their breath labored from the mounting Co2. Then another sound began, slightly metallic, but very soft.

"What the hell is it?" Bull's voice cut through the silence, yet it continued. I turned back to the bulkhead, placed my ear against it and then, there it was, no, just my imagination. "Bull, get me a cup". A few moments later I leaned heavily against the wall and placed the cup open end up.

Glubbing sounds of bubbles and ocean currents rolled through my ear. I pictured slightly jostling coral reefs filled with anemones, small fish and crabs dancing as the ocean breathed deeply. As my mind painted the picture, images of our position flooded through. We were near Scapa Flow, a region on the Northern tip of Scotland known for its sandy bottom and relatively shallow depths.

The battle came back to me then vividly clear and concise. Our fish running through the water, the ships plunging headlong into the waves fighting for every inch, and her crew praying their engines and luck would hold. Us turning away from the ships and diving, going silent. My eyes locked on the clock as I counted off the turn, Victor handing the contact report and .."Schiete!"

"#2, get Hans back here with his last report on those screws". I climbed down gingerly, my feet screaming for solid ground and sat on a box. I hoped I was wrong, and reached for a cigarette, remembered our condition and Hans appeared a few moments later, report in hand and a bandage wrapped over his left eye.

0302 Sonar Contact
Single screw, moving slow, short range.

I read it again and again. Hans stood at attention, the torch he held shook slightly in his hand.

"Hans, about this contact", I began "What else do you.."

"Kap, I didn't hear it until she was right on top of us. It happened all so fast". He trembled some more, then gathered his strength "I don't know where she came from, but I swear I was monitoring everything".

I stood up clasping his shoulder and raised my voice slightly, "You did everything correct, don't worry about it. I need your ears, there's something out there and well I need you to confirm it".

Hans climbed up and listened intently, we could all hear that slight tinging sound. A minute passed, then another then Hans spoke under his breath "verflixt und zugenäht". The hair once again stood up on my neck. He climbed down, eyes wide and handed me the cup. "It's a ship Kap as sure as I live and breathe and she's right on top of us".

"Are you sure Hans", Bull grabbed him and stared. We all gathered around him, the nagging thought I had was true. He nodded, then continued "That tinging sound is her bell rolling in the current and the groaning is her coming apart at the seams".

[Silverleaf]

"We may only get one chance, so make it count" Chief's voice broke the silence like a hot knife through butter. Sweat rolled down my face as I stood beside Petre, all eyes and ears focused on the task at hand. #2 had the stopwatch in hand, keeping track of the distance we traveled.

"Make our depth 207".

"Aye Sir, 207"

In a moment we felt the muck release the boat, "Full reverse!".

Slowly as we started to move everyone held their breath, hoping we could clear the wreckage in front of us, and rejoin the world. Then the groaning intensified, rose in pitch and then it happened so quick we were all caught off guard.

Silence.

I turned to Hans, his eyes focused on the sonar array, yet he spoke up "All clear Kap, no contacts".

"Mr. Leopold, bring us to periscope depth. Petre, prepare the watch. Mr. Joseph, damage control parties stand by".

A flood of "Aye Sirs" echoed through the ship as laughter and relief flooded through my mind.

[Silverleaf]

"Kap you need to see this". I looked up at the ladder as Bull's inverted face greeted me. I chuckled "I'll be right there" then looked at Petre, "you mind joining me?". My dear friend smiled, shook his head and grabbed his hat "something's got them excited".

When we had made it topside, everyone was gathered up front, near the net cutter - a rarely used accessory from WWI to help a U-boat escape dangerous nets and booby traps. "Make a hole" Petre yelled.

When we made it to the front, Leopold and Chief were kneeling down, blocking our view. "Chief what's going on?". As they heard my voice, Leopold moved to stand and a flash of sun brightened metal bedazzled me. Caught in our cutter was a partial wood and metal structure. It wrapped through the cutter, and dangled down off the side of the boat. But in the center, hanging off one of the straps was a brass bell.

"I'll be damned" I whispered, watching Chief wipe the metal gently.

He looked up at me, tears flowing down his face "War is hell Kap. I learned to deal with the death a long time ago, it's either them or us, but this is different".

I knelt down beside him, a hand going to his shoulder instinctively, he a respected member of my boat, and a leader of the crew. I tried to think how to console him, knowing full well there wasn't anything i could say to ease this pain, this misery. Each of us has to deal with it, either make peace with it, or lose ourselves in the infinite flood of agony and despair.

His hand shook as he grabbed the bell and turned it. I followed the movement, more concerned about him when a name swung into view.

HMS Hood

[Jimbuna]

This is really very good http://www.psionguild.org/forums/images/smilies/wolfsmilies/thumbsup.gif

[Silverleaf]

"Officers meeting in 10 minutes. Chief, get that scrap off my boat and secure for dive..." Chief's head snapped around, but I silenced him with a stare "...and secure the bell".

***

"Drop it in the drink and be on our way", Hubert said gulping down some coffee and grimacing "bad luck to keep dead man's possessions on board".

"We can't drop it over the side, you saw the look on Chief's face" Bull offered, voice rising in pitch, face turning red.

I saw Viktor, a young officer short on words but respected for his work ethic. He looked like he was a thousand miles away. "Viktor, what say you?".

He glanced up from the corner, eyes coming into focus "Well I was thinking sir, if we take it back to base it'll help morale but at what cost. I've never seen Chief so distraught, so mortal. Maybe we could give it back".

"GIVE IT BACK?!" Bull roared to life, only quick thinking by Petre and Hans saved Viktor's life.

"Bull..HOLD!!" Chief's voice cut through the din, and staggered the room into silence. He stormed into the room and sat the bell gently down on the table, all eyes focusing on its brilliance and what it represented. He placed a shaky hand on Bull's arm, then turned to me.

"Kap, I'm torn. It's a grand war prize and something that could indeed raise hope and give this boat, our fleet and nation a much needed shot of patriotism. Viktor's right, we could give it back, perhaps show a little humanity in a lifeless, endless sea of misery. Instead I thought of the hours we laid trapped on the bottom and the lives we lost. The pain and agony we endured to get this wonderful boat to breathe fresh air again. Yet, if it wasn't for this bell.." he stroked the metal tenderly "we wouldn't be here"

His voice trembled, he grabbed a cup, drank deeply then continued "Cap, you need to see something". His hand began to shake.

***

A few moments later we were topside again. Chief glanced at some paperwork, then looked up. "I wasn't sure about this for a long time, but I kept reading all the reports, running tests, checking times and making calculations. Perhaps I was too tired to see it". He drifted off for a second then continued "While we were doing repairs up here, Gustav noticed something". He began to walk back towards the conning tower, around to the aft deck. "There can be no doubt".

He stopped and looked up.

The conning tower was severely damaged. Part of the metal was buckled inwards and formed a deep depression. A few seams looked split, torn asunder by some terribly strong force. Our symbol, the Triple Infinity had a concave appearance like the face of a spoon.

"Depth Charge" Bull stated flatly, glancing away towards the rear of the ship for some other damage.

"Nay, look closer" Chief said.

I, like the others shielded my face from the sun and stepped into the shadow of the tower. What greeted me was that same deep depression, the symbol chipped but still intact and seams exposed with broken welds.

Only where I should have seen blackened metal I saw instead deep cuts. Not haphazard like a depth charge but instead in a fairly even row. Running perhaps from the 10 o'clock to 4 o'clock position. Viktor reached up and ran his finger around the edge of one of the cuts. "What am I.."

Bull spoke up "Chief what is it?".

Chief said mysteriously, "it's as plain as the nose on your face".

[Silverleaf]

As Bull stared at him, Chief's arm came up and pointed past us towards the front of the boat. We all turned to see what he was talking about and saw.. nothing.

Chief half laughed-half cried, "don't you see?" He took off then, running through us, pushing his way forward to stand at the narrowest part of the boat.

Petre grabbed his arm "Chief get hold of yourself man!"

"Don't you see? Don't you understand?" Chief bellowed.

As one we all stepped back and I believed he had completely lost his mind, when he grabbed the wire above and hung sideways off the boat. He pulled himself up and landed with both feet on a metal bar.

"Chief?". I began "What?..."

Bull grabbed my arm, recognition dawning on his face "Cap..the net cutter!!"

[nikbear]

I like where this story is taking us,not sure where,but gripping AND puzzling non the less,great stuff:yeah:

[gord96]

good story. gotta love all the writing going on lately. :D

[Silverleaf]

For the 3rd time in as many hours the hair stood up on my neck.

A message was immediately relayed to BDU. As the minutes passed, I ran my hand over those teeth-like depressions and reconsidered all the evidence. This could explain everything:

The sonar report - single screw, moving slow, short range and Hans' inability to capture and report it in time. The massive collision that sent our boat sideways and ass over tea kettle moments after loosing our fish on the convoy. The immediate Depth Charge attacks, and the Net Cutter-like teeth on my tower. It was almost too much...

"Kap, BDU report, your eyes only".

I grabbed the report and cleared the deck, leaving the watch on duty above me and the ocean as my only solace.

***
FROM: BDU
TO:U-8008
North Atlantic

U-103 reported Convoy Southwest of Scapa Flow 0100 hours August 5.
U-25 reported Convoy South-Southwest Scapa Flow 0619 hours August 5
U-25 sent operational status and 3 ships on board 0904 August 6.
U-103 overdue.

Reported positional and verified 1602 August 7.

Proceed to Rendezvous point Mark L-52 August 9.

***

I called for Chief, "Get some measurements of our cutter and compare their bite to these, if they match we .."

"No need Kap, those marks are from a Type VII"

DAMMIT!!

I slammed my fist into the tower, leaned heavily against the cool metal and tried to think of something else. But that sickening feeling refused to go away, dampened only by the realization that we were still alive, if for only another day.

[Silverleaf]

We reached the rendezvous point ahead of schedule, and took a leisurely two hours securing the boat, cleaning up where we could and preparing for possible visitors. Hans reported two contacts coming in slow and a quick peek confirmed they were friendly.

2 merchants greeted our weary faces and we spent a few hours securing our lost friends, packing letters and money with the bodies in hopes it could help their families. After a quick check of messages, we were soon decked with fresh supplies, a ton of shiny fish, new orders and a bonus - 3 cases of booze.

Spoils for the living and toasts to our fallen comrades would soon follow. Petre stood beside me as we turned to the North. "Where to old friend?".

"Back to the Flow".

[Oneshot/Onekill]

Very nice job of framing your characters.:up:

Doing a very colorful job of underlying your subplots, keep up the good work!:salute:

[Silverleaf]

My sincere appreciation for all of the kind words, and for being honest with what I've written. It is because of you the community that I continue this tale, and as I said some time back I'm really not in charge, just writing what they tell me to.

Cheers,

[Silverleaf]

We were low on food, and while a single fish had pierced the heart of the British fleet, the cargo ship listed oddly to starboard refusing to sink. We waited in the silence of the deep, and when nightfall came I gave the order to send her to her grave.

Now not a ship, nor even a sound other than ocean waves and gurgling had greeted us for 17 days. Victor and Hans were beside themselves, exhausted and straining to hear anything, and yet absolute silence. The crew was on edge. I checked our course too frequently, but still the idea of inactivity would lead to our demise. We had a few distant contacts but they quickly disappeared leaving each of us even more desperate for action, any action.

It's ironic in a way, we cherish our lives and want to live. Yet, when your on a U-boat you crave the adrenaline that battle brings, the cat and mouse game of our very existence.

I considered options, going North around the Flow, or back to the South and into traffic lanes that BDU had reported.

I sat at the table, looking at maps and reports while drinking cold coffee. A glint caught my eye and I glanced at the brass bell that held an honored place amongst our crew. Set on a makeshift holder made of scavenged wood it dominated the table and for good reason. Chief had muffled it, padding the inside so that it wouldn't rob us of silence and discretion.

In the end it was an easy choice, keep the bell that had saved our very lives or turn it over and allow it to be used as propaganda. I chose to keep it.

"#2" I called, " set course for Port, we're going home".