Good read as usual :up:

I am yet to finish reading your stuff, but felt compelled to comment now. Very well done, great writing. No echoes, no qualifiers. Something tells me you're a pro! :yep:

Great story:up:. I'm very curious how this will end.

As are the multitude of avid readers on this forum I should imagine :yep:

Quoting Star Trek's Mr. Spock: Your logic seems to be flawless :D

What ya tryin to say bud!! I got big ears :x

:rotfl: :rotfl:

Thank you guys, I'm not a pro or anything else, but thank you for thinking so

LS

"Look up menschen!"

Tired eyes were drooping

"Captain to Control Room"

"Yes Kaleun!"

"Cox, get Kuki up, get some strong coffee, do what ever you have to get some..

"ALARM..!"

The boys in the wintergarten are scampering in.

"Who called it?" Shouts Otto as the watch rattled down the hatch

LS

I still need More!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OTTO!" OTTO!!!"

"Yes Sir?"

"Cancel crash dive, if we go down now they'll pick us off like seagulls with breadcrumbs. We're going to have to square up to them on the surface. Gun crew up again! Get the ammo relay going, hurry, they're already coming round to attack. Viktor, get off a quick aerial contact report. Two Liberators. Doc stand by again."

"Cox, send me up our luger, I might as well have something to shoot with

"Willi, just turn the wheel a little. let Jurgen use his gun, but this place is a bullet trap when they come from astern,

Jurgen and George are already pumping out defiance as the first plane makes it's run.

LS

Hold hard!! This is going to be rough!!!:huh:

Jurgen looked that pilot right in the eye and hurled up his flak.

The Brit kept on coming

Two brave men bent on killing each other.

"All Starboard NOW, Otto!

We can actually see her bomb racks opening

"Faster, Chief, faster!"

LS

Oh, Boy its goin to get tense.

(Balls! I've just lost an entire page.

Back to the drawing board.

PS the website is getting a whole new look (in fact it's a whole new website) so watch this space

LS)

Jurgen is hammering away, and the Liberator is coming on. Neither men flinching.

Finally U-46 starts to swing her bow.

"Gun those engines, Chief!"

We can actually see the bomb bay doors open, and the two anti-submarine bombs ready to go.

Jurgen is scoring some hits, not enough to ditch her, but maybe just enough to put her off.

"Bombs gone!"

"Too early, Jungen!" I shouted as they both dropped into our wake and Jurgen thumped away at her as she passed overhead, and desperately started to climb

"Hold tight!"

The two explosions lifted U-46 arse end up, and sent the boat alarmingly nose down, to great howls of despair from below, who can't see what's going on.

Nothing compared to those on the bridge who actually can see

The gun crew are knocked sideways, and hanging on to the rails, Bruno and I are flung into the forward well of the bridge in a painful and clumsy heap. Only Jurgen remains on the trigger, he's strapped himself in, the maniac. But a case of 20mm ammunition disappears over the side.

"Before you say it, Number Two, I haven't got a light for a cigarette, come on get up! Easier said than done in several layers of drenched clothes, and heavy oilskins. I must have knocked one arm more than the other. It won't take my weight like usual.

I get on the pipe.

"It's ok, menschen, one down, one to go. Nothing worse than a bit of a soaking for the bridge watch!"

Dieter and George haul each other to their feet. Swearing at each other all the time, but holding their hand out to the other as they slipped and got back into action.

"Mehr! Mehr!" shouts Jurgen, as George drags up another case, and Dieter kicks it open.

"Here she comes..." says Bruno grimly

This time from the side.

"Hard-a-port, Chief!"

We're going to turn sluggishly I know, but my dockyard thugs (we may call it a Wintergarten, but it's definitely no Kindergarten) are already hauling the gun around in anticipation

And we turn again. The repeated thudding behind me means that Jurgen and the boys are back in business.

And this time we've hurt her. A slim stream of smoke is running out of the nose cowling, she is starting to handle badly, did we actually hit the pilot?

She roars overhead and climbs with her bomb bays still shut. Jurgen is still bashing away at her, and Dieter and George are giving her the two fingers.

I look down at my hand. There's blood dripping down my wrist. My luger is empty. I don't remember firing a single shot.

"Fine work lads, get yourselves below. Report to the Doc for medicinal brandy on my orders"

"Jawohl, Kaleun!"

"Chief, tell the boys the panic is over for now. How are the repairs doing? Can you give me periscope depth for a while?"

"Ok Rollie"

"Good. Come on Willi and Bruno, let's go home..."

LS