Summer '42, east of Halifax in IXB. Until now, the patrol had been very good. Spent most my torps on the way to patrol grid between NY and Halifax, hitting Liberty's, Victory's and such like nobody's business. Thought I'd go and hit a convoy/task force in BB91, since lots of them seemed to go through that. Somehow, I managed to sail one grid too north and had a bit of hurry to intercept, thereby failing to notice depth changes on navmap. Hit the convoy allright: T3, 2x T2 and C3 and ordered ahead one third, course inside the convoy, depth 150 meters.Imagine my surprise, when we hit the bottom at 67m
In no time, 2 corvettes and 2 destroyers were pinging and DCing us like mad. The convoy was in shambles, so I tried to get merchants between us and the escorts, which seemed to work.. Two hours later I thought we actually managed to make a slip, inching our way to deeper waters- 20km away. Then the corvettes found us again and gave sheer hell for 2.5 hours. Eventually, I just gave up: " Screw this, were dead anyway and I've to hit the sack if I'm gonna go to work in the morning". Hit TC8 and in 20 seconds the bastards just left
You tell me, I only work here. 96% hull integrity, 166000 tons in the bag :|\