A funny thing happened to me...
Picture this, mid 1943, I'm in my IXC and have been assigned a patrol zone just off the coast of Canada, near Sydney. But that is way too far for me, and I really don't like my chances assaulting a convoy. I much prefer to stalk single vessels, get close, in the classic "T-bone" attack angle, and play the game of "one ship, one torpedo". So I decide to expend most of my torpedoes around BF 13. I manage to sink two C3s sailing together in broad daylight, when, not ten minutes later, patrol bombers show up to ruin my day. I quickly ring up the flank bell, crash dive and make a hard turn to port. Depth charges and bombs, sticks of them, begin falling to a position behind me as I watch through my periscope. A second group of aircraft, coming from the opposite direction, joins in the fun with depth charges, just pounding the living crap out of this one spot of empty ocean. As I clear datum and watch, one aircraft from both groups swoops down, drop ordnance, pull up... and collide, sending both careening into the sea. :rotfl:
The bombing runs immediately stop and both groups retire, while I surface and resume charging batteries. RAF Coastal Command successfully pwned itself. :rock:
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