Excellent report, Herr Sturgeon.
You fought to the last like a true U-46er should.
Probably chanced your arm a bit too much when your boat had problems depth-keeping or crash-diving, and remember the escort killing homers are for self-defence not convoy attacks, it's still our job to send the oil and tanks and troops to the bottom, not the escorts.
I should know, mine has slunk away from many a battle by the skin of it's teeth.
In my minds eye, you donned your breathing apparatus, and you and your best men made it out of the escape hatch, your signaller having got off one last SOS. After a miserable few hours bobbing in the ocean (and steadfastly refusing to show a light and be picked up as a prisoner) an Arado seaplane circles overhead, and a german e-boat is soon on the scene.
You live to fight again!
See you in the Chat Noir when we get back, to hear more of the stories from your next command!
Lt de Bunsen, of the Laughing Swordfish
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