The lads of U-46 are all drunk and singing having just docked from taking out a destroyer with a snap stern shot on the run from 2400m in the Northern Approaches
Young pups all of them, and an utter fluke shot says the Chief, and maybe it's our turn next
Gloomy old hare
But we salute the boys from U-51, there are empty places around the tables of La Palais, that need to be filled
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