"Now finish up yor drinks and get started, don't you suppose I have other boats coming in all the time"
I coughed nervously.
" Sir,..is... that is...er..I was hoping to see..."
Doenitz drained his glass and ushered us out.
"Ah, yes my Heidi. You foolish boy"
"0f course, I can't be seen to approve of my Kapitans fraternising with the lower ranks.."
No, Sir. Of course not, Sir"
"But she has paid special attention to the fortunes of your boat. Although I can't think why. You both smell like a couple of dead seals. Let me think now...."
"No, she's not here. Had to go immediately to Abbeville, after you docked."
'The Boys from Abbeville' The famous ace fighter Geschwader based in Northern France. I'll never be able to compete with them.
"I see, Sir."
Doenitz must have noticed my crestfallen face, and became grave.
"It's for a memorial service for a couple of their pilots. We always send someone, I can't remember who went down this time, there's been too many; but she volunteered to go. Now get yourself off to Berlin and enjoy yourself. A spot of home leave will do you good!"
And so we walked out towards the duty driver. Both more bewildered than when we walked in....
Leutnant de Bunsen, U-u6
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