It's December 27th and U-11 is still hanging around the river mouth near Firth of Forth. It's dark, it's raining, and every freaking merchant ship we chase down is a medium cargo that's lit up like a Christmas tree. If this keeps up we're going to have to head home with three torpedoes due to lack of fuel.
Last edited by Arael; 09-29-10 at 08:15 PM.
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