In U-97 on my 20th patrol, August 1941 (looking forward to transferring to Norway in '42, hopefully).
Decided to attack a lightly escorted convoy off the north of Ireland in 40 meter water. Sink a light tanker and two coastal merchants, and cripple a C2. A destroyer and a corvette decide to do something about that.
They started pinging away like mad, and in shallow water I choose a bold option: hiding under the C2 that is dead in the water. Which really seems to confuse the escorts. The destroyer, realizing it is on a collision course, slows down - just as she drops depth charges. Blew her own depth-charge racks off, which I've never seen before.
So I figure it's a good time to make a quiet escape. I come up to periscope depth keeping the C2 between me and the corvette. And I put my last torpedo into the C2, the noises of her sinking apparently ruining the corvette's attempts to locate me.
Currently making good my escape, as the destroyer and corvette have given up and returned to the convoy, and feeling very lucky.
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