One time I got a heavy beating near Cuba. Tanks ruptured, deck gun gone, scopes destroyed. I was effectively a slow-moving torpedo boat with only two eels left for'd. With less than a quarter tank of diesel, I made it back to Lorient, while sinking two armed merchants. When I pulled in, I still had about a tenth of my fuel left.
That was a great patrol.
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Excuse me while i go murder something cute and fluffy.
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Well, that means my dogs are safe. They're ugly and one is going bald.