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gord96 · 02-23-09, 01:09 PM

Later that night

Beck, Georg and Otto sat at a table in Wilma's Beerhouse in downtown Wilhelmshaven. They were well into their fourth round of drinks. The first few days back in port were busy with reports and naval business. This was the first chance the officers had to relax. Young Georg kept staring down at his chest, proud of the Iron Cross pinned to his breast. Beck had given the award, plus many U-Boat Combat Badges, at a crew dinner earlier in the evening. After that the boys went out on the town. The Chief and navigator, both named Helmut, decided to go home to their wives. With an official week of leave, they were boarding trains to wherever they lived. Beck's family and his wife were in Hanover. He was hoping to sneak away in the next few days to see them.

"You earned it Georg. You did a good job out there." Beck said.

"Thank you sir." Georg beamed. Half pride and half beer most likely. "Can't wait to get out there again."

"Bah! Not until I get ten times more women, beer and food in me!" yelled Otto.

Beck's thoughts drifted off to his wife back home. He really hoped he would get to see her soon. It had been over a month since he last saw her.

"Shame about Wilhelm eh Gordon?" asked Otto, interuppting Beck's thoughts.

"Yes. A real shame. A good man."

Wilhelm and the entire crew of U-45 was lost. Sunk by a destroyer in the North Sea. U-45 was a Type VII boat, not as advanced as the Type X. Beck had served with him a few years back on U-18.

"To our fallen..."

The door opened, interrupting a toast Otto was about to make. In walked a young naval attache. He scanned the room, saw Beck and rushed towards him.

"Leuntant Beck. We need you to return to the base now. The commandant needs to speak with you immediatly. I was also told to instruct you to cancel the leave of all your crewmen and officers."

Beck sighed. "Ok. This is really bad timing..."

Otto burst into laughter. "No sh*t!"

"Look alive Georg!" Beck noticed the young officer staring off into space. The beer firmly taking hold. "You need to find all the men. Send for the Helmuts. They are probably both at the train station. Tell them they are to report back to base now. Otto, you help. Ha ha! They won't be happy."

Beck stood up and made his way towards the door, following the young naval officer.

02-23-09, 01:09 PM	#6
gord96 Commodore Join Date: Nov 2002 Posts: 627 Downloads: 57 Uploads: 0	Later that night Beck, Georg and Otto sat at a table in Wilma's Beerhouse in downtown Wilhelmshaven. They were well into their fourth round of drinks. The first few days back in port were busy with reports and naval business. This was the first chance the officers had to relax. Young Georg kept staring down at his chest, proud of the Iron Cross pinned to his breast. Beck had given the award, plus many U-Boat Combat Badges, at a crew dinner earlier in the evening. After that the boys went out on the town. The Chief and navigator, both named Helmut, decided to go home to their wives. With an official week of leave, they were boarding trains to wherever they lived. Beck's family and his wife were in Hanover. He was hoping to sneak away in the next few days to see them. "You earned it Georg. You did a good job out there." Beck said. "Thank you sir." Georg beamed. Half pride and half beer most likely. "Can't wait to get out there again." "Bah! Not until I get ten times more women, beer and food in me!" yelled Otto. Beck's thoughts drifted off to his wife back home. He really hoped he would get to see her soon. It had been over a month since he last saw her. "Shame about Wilhelm eh Gordon?" asked Otto, interuppting Beck's thoughts. "Yes. A real shame. A good man." Wilhelm and the entire crew of U-45 was lost. Sunk by a destroyer in the North Sea. U-45 was a Type VII boat, not as advanced as the Type X. Beck had served with him a few years back on U-18. "To our fallen..." The door opened, interrupting a toast Otto was about to make. In walked a young naval attache. He scanned the room, saw Beck and rushed towards him. "Leuntant Beck. We need you to return to the base now. The commandant needs to speak with you immediatly. I was also told to instruct you to cancel the leave of all your crewmen and officers." Beck sighed. "Ok. This is really bad timing..." Otto burst into laughter. "No sh*t!" "Look alive Georg!" Beck noticed the young officer staring off into space. The beer firmly taking hold. "You need to find all the men. Send for the Helmuts. They are probably both at the train station. Tell them they are to report back to base now. Otto, you help. Ha ha! They won't be happy." Beck stood up and made his way towards the door, following the young naval officer.