Yes where is Heidi? Even Oncle Karl could make it!

I notice amid the jollity that there are more pictures on the wall than last time. Heinrich, Wilhelm and Sigmund won't be coming back this time by the look of it, but in a sense, they are now always here.

But life is for the living and next is Lehmann clapping me on the shoulder in delight, perhaps the boat with the most distinguished service in the flotilla. He was sinking ships when I was just a pup. We embrace warmly and more champagne. Another profitable patrol off Northern Ireland I gather. He wants to hear all about our stupid spy mission, and I have to save it for another time, because I've just spotted a flash of blond hair over his shoulder.

At the back of the room, my uncontrollable torpedo man, Dieter, has hoisted Heidi onto his shoulders and is whirling her around to her mixed cries of fear and delight.

Josie is up on Schillens's back too, rising up and down and pretending to be a periscope.

"The Boss is coming in a minute, my friend. But for now I need to be over there..."

And with that, I brushed past all my other comrades and headed towards the girl I love.

LS

JUST what the doctor ordered! Thanks RdB. :up::up::up:

(Now back to my own 'Heidi.');)

Gerhardt is swaying about with a bottle in each hand at the bar, a giant of a man.

I whisper in his ear, and he grins from ear to ear.

"Off course Herr Kaleun!"

And so it was that I rode into battle on Gerhardt's injured shoulders straight into the melee of the U-46 home-coming and straight up against Heidi balanced ever more precariously on Dieter's stumbling body.

"Heidi!"

"Rollie!"

We pretended to wrestle and knock each other off for a while, but then Gerhardt closed up to Dieter, our two huge chariots, and up there I seized Heidi, held her head in my hands, and kised her long and hard, in full view of the U-46 crew and the rest of 7th Flotilla to their cheers.

"Rollie are you crying..?"

Heidi was wiping her eyes herself above the swaying bulk of Dieter.

"No of course not, Heidi"

"Because if you were, you could always kiss me again and noone would ever know...."

And so I did. And if any of the U-46 crew did see their Kapitan shed a small tear in a moment of weakness, then let me have that moment again and again and again...

LS

...emergency HF radio transmission barely received at HQ.. for U-46 skipper.. requesting assistance

from: Heinrich L. Willenbrock..

(Sorry my good friends, too long away)

LS

Awaiting the next instalment http://www.psionguild.org/forums/ima...ies/pirate.gif

In mid embrace, by chance or design, our Uncle chose to stride into the Chat Noir

What the hell? That wasn't supposed to be it. I wrote a whole chapter about the Black Cat and the U-46 crew, wherever anyone who knows anyone in 7th Flotilla, and get us back out to sea

Umm...what???

As he strode into the bar, those who still could, snapped to attention, the rest (and the most) continued swaying but at least fell silent.

His ADC, and 7th Flotilla Commander followed behind at a respectfull and yet watchfull distance.

Heidi, Josie and I were still perched laughing and tussling on U-46 crew shoulders.

He smiled as we froze.

"Please look after my staff Kapitan de Bunsen, they are not quite as insane as the rest of you."

"Gentlemen this has been a good month again". He looked fleetingly at the framed photographs on the wall.

"Not without brave sacrifices, who we mourn..."

Even in my stupor, I think about what it must have been like for those boys in the three boats that did make the brave sacrifice. It doesn't bear thinking about too much other than to make sure it doesn't happen to ours...

Doenitz is still talking.

"But you are coming back with huge tonnage scores, every ship sunk is less tanks or ammunition, or even soldiers to attack us. Every tanker sent to the bottom is so many less airplanes in the air or ships out at sea, or tanks on the ground.

"We and we alone are taking the fight to the enemy now and we must not waver. Our panzer grenadiers, bless them, can't swim; but we can!"

A huge wave of cheers.

"Drinks on the House!"

An even bigger round of applause.

Then with the ice broken, and everyone crowding the long bar, he turned to fix his gaze on me and Heidi.

LS

New consolidated story site
 

Just a heads up guys.. I FINALLY got around to finding a hosting site that has more space, and therefore have been able to get the "whole" story in one place...

http://home.comcast.net/~donw_430/site/?/home/

Its not near as cool looking with the parchment paper and such..but at least its all in one piece.

As soon as I can get a hold of LS, we'll get the link fixed on his signature.

Sorry it took so long!:oops:

These are good stories! keep em coming friend!

Without a doubt. I miss getting my U-46 fix! RdB! Where are ya? Yer pen didn't dry up did it? :arrgh!:

He'll be away for a bit Kpt.. Heard he was giving private lessons to England's soccer goalie.. :rotfl2: