I found (or it found me) a large task force in the mid-Atlantic, 1942. I thought I was going to ambush a destroyer. Right.
Three battleships, a ton of escorts - at least ten ships coming on like a freight train.
I just happened to be in a perfect position and was unseen. I put four eels into a Nelson BB and had the delight of sinking her. Even more delighted to not be crushed by the escorts - who went ballistic over my rudeness.
They're out there - just be ready.
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