The air has cleared, the convoy has disappeared. Sound contact is maintained but for now in this twilight, Freudenburg makes his men line up in order to come to the surface and breathe some sea air.
U-634 resumes course to America. This is a long voyage. Men try to preserve food. Letters start piling up to loved ones. The boredom continues through the next 3 days.
U-461. The resupply vessel. Freudenburg hooks up in stormy weather. Food and flak gun ammunition is given to U-634. The crew also enjoy a good social chat for an hour. Then it's back to work.
U-634 continues to America without incident. There is a storm in our patrol grid. CA79. Freudenburg tries to bring his men close to shore, to raise their spirits. The water is too rough. The visibility too close.
24 hours later U-634 intercepts a small freighter carrying bananas from Panama to New York. Freudenburg sends a torpedo right into its' engine. She doesn't sink.
Freudenburg now sick of the weather and the U-Boat diverts to course for home. Another boring voyage through the atlantic. Nothing happens. This is a sailors job on submarine. Boredom, or so it seems...
A small merchant is intercepted off the coast of France. The wine boat, probably from Spain is heading to England. Another great chance for some tonnage.
Freudenburg orders the deck gun to fire upon the boat. 23 rounds later, SS Tresillian is sinking into the Atlantic. The men are impressed with Freudenburg. He's quiet, but he knows what he's doing.
U-634 finally reaches port at Lorient to a brilliant reception. BdU put in for Freudenburg to meet the Fuhrer, and he and his first officer are awarded the Iron Cross for gallantry and determination.
Freudenburg doesn't expect to last this war. Two close scrapes with death. Third time lucky, or will he live to tell the tale?
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