The next day, my grandfather and I visited a submarine warfare museum. How fitting. We got in free, as my grandfather used to be a curator for it
We were walking around for a damn long time, until he hit a World War 2 tanker section.
Strange enough, as we were in Argentina. Anyways, I was checking out some of the exhibits.
One of those exhibits was all about one U-boat commander, Erich Drost of U-198, 80 thousand ton patrol in the far east.
The amount of tons wasn't the only amazing thing, the exhibit said, but what happened to the 4 ships last ships sunk.
It reported that, on the 4 tankers that he sunk, he killed all of the crewmen, with no survivors.
Nobody had any idea what caused that massacre with a commander that had a clean slate, up until then, at least.
He dissapeared immediately at the end of the war, with his ship and his crew.
My grandfather saw me looking at the exhibit, and he grabbed me my the arm and hissed that this wasn't a good section to visit. We left immediately, and got home in the next 30 minutes. I continued reading the log.
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