MrYenko
01-16-09, 01:21 AM
Late 1939, in a VIIB, found myself on the surface in the middle of a convoy northwest of Ireland, at night, in terrible weather (~1000m visibility or less, driving rain) and fired my last three fish at a large merchie and a small tanker, for two hits. (Sunk the merchant)
As I crash dived, I nudged the observation scope just above the shears, and saw HMS Rodney plodding along not 750m from me, bearing 220 or so.
I like to think the only reason the escorts caught a whiff of me as I was getting away, was the sound of my forehead repeatedly hitting the bulkhead... :damn:
Then as I was headed home from my last patrol in December 1940, in my shiny new VIIC with ONE torpedo left, I find a 40+ ship convoy... Perfect weather, dead-calm seastate... I decided that tangling with the escorts wasn't worth it with only one torp to throw at them. :dead:
Two days from St. Nazaire, I put it into the boiler room of a lone Large Cargo ship, but she had a pretty serious-looking pair of deck guns on elevated mounts, which precluded a surface coup-de-grace. Shame.
As I crash dived, I nudged the observation scope just above the shears, and saw HMS Rodney plodding along not 750m from me, bearing 220 or so.
I like to think the only reason the escorts caught a whiff of me as I was getting away, was the sound of my forehead repeatedly hitting the bulkhead... :damn:
Then as I was headed home from my last patrol in December 1940, in my shiny new VIIC with ONE torpedo left, I find a 40+ ship convoy... Perfect weather, dead-calm seastate... I decided that tangling with the escorts wasn't worth it with only one torp to throw at them. :dead:
Two days from St. Nazaire, I put it into the boiler room of a lone Large Cargo ship, but she had a pretty serious-looking pair of deck guns on elevated mounts, which precluded a surface coup-de-grace. Shame.