[Laughing Swordfish]

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Me and Otto had a lot of champagne.

U-213 and U-122 had made it back to the flotilla over-night.

Max and Freddy. The inseperable twins.

They and their very happy crews joined the party.

They weren't twins of course, but they always seemed to be tasked together; and always, from whatever part of the sea they were sent to, always seemed to make it home at the same time.

Max had put down a large tanker, but then had been shrugged off a convoy of the Northern Approaches in no uncertain manner.

Freddy had sunk a couple of medium-size merchants and had to turn away with engine problems.

'Much damage on the U-213, Max?'

"A little. But then I saw your boat when we docked in the next bunker"

He looked at me with that quizzical eye that he had in naval cadet school.

Freddy joins in, still unconsciously wiping the oil that doesn't exist from his hands.

"Yeah, the U-46 looks like it could do with a little work on it"

I turn at him.

'You know our paintwork , Herr Kaleun Friedrich!, do you Freddie?'

'Do you see any blemish on the Laughing Swordfish, gentlemen?'

No destroyer or plane has put a mark on our Swordfish, and the crew are very proud of that.

That's how we stay up.

Because the men believe.....


Lt de Bunsen, U-46