I was in Scapa Flow in November '39 in a IIA, at least 8km from any destroyers moving at one knot. I was leaving via the western approaches at 2tc when I was suddenly pinged by a V&W that had come from nowhere. About five minutes later most of Scapa security was after me. I ended up going toe to toe with them with my 20mm flak.
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Once more into the great good night, cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war 
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