February 15th, Wilhelmshaven
Leutnant Gordon Beck stood in front of Admiral Donitz. The commander of the Kriegsmarine was reading his patrol report. Finally after a few minutes he leaned back in his chair and looked up at Beck.
"Excellent work Mr. Beck. U-111 did very well. A good showing of what the Type X is capable of. Your a new commander, and there was some doubts about giving you command of a Type X. There was several other commanders in line with more seniority. But I was assured by your mentor, Hinkle, that your aggressive command style would be a good fit for our new boats."
"Thank you Admiral. The Type X and my crew deserves most of the credit."
Donitz waved his hand, "Nonsense. We need commanders that know when to take risks and when perhaps it is truely time to pause. The only way we can show these Brits and Frenchies that we mean business is by being aggressive. Taking it to them."
"Yes sir!"
Donitz stood up and walked right up to Beck. "Leuntant Beck. I like to talk to my commanders face to face. Each one. Just to show them that I am serious about the task at hand. Although you are a younger commander, your age of 31 puts you as an old man in the eyes of new commanders coming up. As we continue to put more and more boats out to see, the commanders will be younger and younger. Set and example they can all follow!"
"Yes sir!"
Donitz walked back to his desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a box and handed it to Beck.
"Here is an Iron Cross 2nd class. Give it to one of your men that deserves it. Now go and relax. We will need you and U-111 back in action soon."
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