2.5 hours of "why can't I lose these %$#%$#s?" Then order silent running.

You like to keep things exciting, eh?

I actually like protracted evasion maneuvers,makes the game more thrilling (like it needed it in the first place?) and tests your skills to the limit :cool:
And in coastal waters?,its bloody nerve racking!

That's what makes the game for me.

I was evading a single early-war escort (so it's not like my boat was in any serious danger) and I was getting a little too aggressive with my avoidance maneuvers, and the chief says to me that we're approaching critical depth, and I thought to myself "ah, shut up you old woman, I know what my boat can take." And then we crushed.

Fantastic! :har::up:
NOW who's the old woman? :03:

haha, yeah. Actually it was so shallow the boat hadn't enough time to gain momentum and there was only slight damage to the hull

OH the SHAME!

It was a cold and early morning in April '41 as I recall it.
The sky was completely overcast casting a dull grey pall over a normally beautiful sea. It was neither a calm nor angry sea and a mist was on the horizon in every direction. I thought to myself how the conditions couldn't be more perfect for the days hunt.

I had managed up until now to save the greater part of my eels for what I was expecting to be a rich hunting ground. I had postioned myself in the deeper waters located in the Northeastern section of AM68 and, as expected, I didn't have long to wait.

Like a modern-day herd of ghostly dinosaurs treking across the liquid tundra they came silently out of the mist. I watched for a few moments as these ghosts slowly began to re-materialize into corporeal mammoths of steel and fire. Belching forth the ashen smoke of their labor, they moved ever closer. Breaking out of my momentary daze, I gave the command to dive to periscope depth. I took up a postion that would allow me to fire upon my intended victims from both the fore and aft tubes, once they caught up to my location, then gave the commands to dive to 80 meters and rig for silent running.

Now, down below, I listened and waited. It came time to issue the order for periscope depth and my boat groaned in approval as we neared the surface. I saw my prey and snapped out my shots... sinking 2x Large Merchant, 1x Ammunition, and 1x Empire Merchant. Immediately after launching the last of my eels I gave the command to dive to 80 meters. I waited for the inevitable arrival of the escorts, confident I would evade them. I was right, and I did.

After my crew had reloaded the tubes I began my course, I had calculated and then plotted, which should place me in front of them again. It did, and I began to setup my position when suddenly I was informed a warship was closing at high speed. Stunned, I thought, .... No! It can't be ... they are still escorting ... did they hear us? How? ... I rushed to my periscope and began a quick scan. I was right ... I can see the escorts still with the convoy ... what the ... NOOOO! In mid scan I saw her coming....

An angry destroyer less than 500m and coming FAST. It must have been on regular patrol, it didn't belong to the convoy. Cursing at the prospect of another intercept course I snapped off the command EMERGENCY DIVE.

The crewman bellowed ALLLLAAARRRRRRMMMMMM!! The bell sang out the sound of desperation as I felt the floor below tilt sharply to the safety the depths promised.. SCREEEEECCHHH ... BOOM ... SCRAPPPPPPPEEEEE!!!!Were we rammed? [Not yet.] Crap-a-moley!!! its only about 20m deep here???!!!

OH the SHAME! I cried out as my crew and I listened to the closing engine sound of the destroyer. I knew my time, our time, was done.

I was right. :dead:

What a tragedy.after a fruitful attack too :nope: