I was down South West of Cornwall somwhere "trying" to hunt in piss poor weather when i had a convoy contact
I just about managed to get a visual then noticed somting BIG.. I asked the wepons officer to get me an ID..
It was 'HMS Rodney'!
I had a perfect angle of attack so I decied to charge in flank speed and was able to get quite close before I fired off the fish then crash dived and went to silent running...
There I was stareing at the stop watch when i heard all my torps go boom *did happy dance*
After a few mins i recived "she's going down"
The escorts were not too happy and came stright for me..or what they thought was me
Two hours of evadeing and i surfaced to once again breeth the fresh air..
looked at my log
A fraking Tramp Steamer
Didn't think Bernard was on my crew
Oh well at least the escorts missed me