U-2025, XXI
KptLt Hartmut Kriener
30 March, 1945, 2345
When I opened the sealed orders as we cruised out of the Bergen fjord, I saw that BDU has assigned us AN76 as our patrol grid. Checking my map, as I had never heard of operations occurring there before, I saw it lies right in the mouth of the channel. Not only that, but half the grid is on English soil.
Breaking protocol, I consulted with my other officers, all of whom I trust explicitly. We agreed the war is too close to a finish to go on a suicide patrol with no reward. We decided that since we were going to attempt to raid New York on our last patrol, only to be interrupted by wondrous targets, that we would go there again.
We avoided engaging multiple small and medium merchants as we threaded the UK-Iceland gap. We were forced to sink a destroyer as it's patrol path took it right on top of us.
We've been doing the math, and It'll be close on time. My 1WO, LtzS Tiederman, figures the war may be over by June, and our best fuel efficient speed gets us there by late April, early May. The RAF even make running at night schnorkeling a risky venture.
Maybe we can make one last big splash in the history books before we are retired, willingly or not. I would like to see Kiel again before I die.
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