[Brag]

One did not need the hydrophone to hear the engines of a destroyer- With all the repair noise we were easy to find. U-45 was at 40 meters when the first depth charges began exploding.

"We've got the green banana," Bernard said. For once he was right.
"Rubbish. It is a poetic moment before we present ourselves for the parade in Valhalla." Balz adjusted his yellow duckie tea cozy.
The destroyer was coming for another pass, its screws accelerating.
"This is my latest inspirational poem." Balz climbed on top of the chart box. "The destroyer on top, dropped charges, plop, plop, plop.
As they descended into the ocean gloom, their plop turned into kaboom. How´s that for heroic poetry?"
His voice was drowned by the crash of explosions and broken glass. The Englanders had us bracketed. Our boat was sinking out of control.
"Seventy meters," the Chief'said in an unusually strained manner.
"We've got the green banana," Bernard repeated.
The noise coming from the engine room was enough to attract every destroyer in the Royal Navy and every depth charge salvo caused more damage. The only relief was the thought that death in a submarine is swift. When the hull is crushed the pressure heats up the atmosphere to two thousand degrees and everyone is incinerated in a fraction of a second.