I have seen the Luftwaffe precisely twice. Both times I wanted to shake my fist at them.
The first time was after a glorious war patrol in the Irish Sea. I could do nothing wrong. Every torpedo struck something. I racked just under 40,000 tons of shipping. So I want to use up my last torpedoes, I prowl off the British coast (this being mid-1940 and me not so worried about hurricanes) and spot a freighter. I plug her with two torpedoes and she's left without a prop. So I maneuver do to the perfect last shot, and I fire it...and a pair of Stukas show up, bomb the ship, and steal my bloody kill.
The other time was a Type IX patrol starting in mid-'42. Sunderlands show up not even two hours out of Lorient. Crash dive saves the boat, with damage, and the Luftwaffe Ju88s knock down one, then *go home*. So seven Sunderlands kept after me for a while.
At any rate, I begin to fear the Sunderlands. Hurricanes? Meh. B-24s? They're ok. The Sunderlands appear out of nowhere, in numbers, and seem to have scary accuracy :P
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