When I was killed, Bernard survived and was captured by the Brits. They quickly bundled him into an airplane and dropped him off on a potato patch just outside Lorient, with a note to Warhawk, :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

To get rid of Bernard: Throw him overboard and crash dive!:smug:

no, he'll just swim down and open the hatch.:dead::rotfl::rotfl:

Me? I don't don't get sunk. I just "retire" to the bottom.

:smug:

surface fight with the H.M.S Rodney. Deck gun against....gee, let's see......how many cannons? well too many, that's all I know.

Biggles have you considered changin your name to bernard :rotfl: :rotfl:

"he's not dead, he's resting, look."

http://www.pubforge.org/pmm-cms/News...nparrot300.jpg

just felt for it....I guess that's what they say when you try and take Bernard into the hospital for "special treatment" back in St. Nazaire.....

oh and Morts....

yes, I have been thinking of taking that name, mostly because I didn't took any pics of the event....:damn:

:rotfl: :rotfl:

My first GWX patrol in the Med, Sighted a Large Merchant and Medium Tanker escorted by two DD's. It was Shallow water but I couldn't resist, Blew up the tanker and more slowly sunk the merchent. DD's find me instantly, keep me pinned down til Battery is down and air is almost poison.

We're going out fighting!!:arrgh!:

Battle Surface!!!:rock:

Surfaced, gun battle lasted about 30 seconds and all deck hands were killed.

But I machine gunned one of the DD's bridges first.

loosed all fish, all misses

As I was sinking they rammed over me and droped depth charges....game over

On my new careerl Im on patrol 12 and got my type IXB :D

DDs usually get me....

Must be a hell of a day...:|\\ :smug:

Yes, and the note said, "Please take care of our boy, we can not afford him anymore. He likes uboats and always dreamed of being one of the crew." I accepted and started patrol #2 with the young Bernard:shifty:

Ha! Nice to know I'm not the only one.

I found him (her? Ship ought to be female, but with a name like Rodney...) sitting in the middle of a convoy, with one of those miserable storms going on. Visibility was down to nuttin'. I saw him in the fog, got myself situated by manuvering on the surface, then fired off a few fish at him. They hit.

Searchlights popped on. A second or two passes by, and they center right on me. A few seconds later, the first salvo splashed nearby. Must've straddled me pretty well, 'cause I didn't have enough time to dive before the second salvo slammed into my boat.

Famous last words: "There's no way they can see us in this weather..."

Most of the other times, it's been my sheer stupidity coupled with greed. Instead of slipping away quietly, I've got this need to get that one last fish out of the tubes.

Mine was probably destroyed by mines on my first patrol of a career... in St. Nazaire.:oops:

Attacking a convoy...the wolf infilitrated the chicken coop and I was between two rows of merchant vessels. Let loose my eels on the 1st merchant passing in front of my bow, rotate scope and wait till last possible second before firing #5.

Meanwhile, I must've somehow ordered ahead 1/3 because next thing i know my sub has plowed into the 1st vessel I had torp'd and he takes me down with him in a handshake of death...

Woke up the wife, dog, and three goldfish with that one.:damn: