Well it's mine 8-th patrol, first in new IXB, weather is terrible, it's April 5. 1940 and I can tell you the heat is building up, Tommies are tightening the grip... my usual routes are above Scotland, trough Hebrides passage, trough Irish sea, St. Georges canal and back... the number of encountered patrol crafts and destroyers is much much bigger than in previous patrols.
But nevertheless... so far so good about 25 000 tonnes, I can't use my gun
... so I had to spend more torpedoes on bigger targets... I got 11 torpedoes left... let's hope this verdammt wind will ease a bit... although I doubt... planning to sit and wait in front of Liverpool.
This tub really sucks the batteries dry in the blink of an eye, I can't wait the improved model of batteries ... oh, she's big and fat and slow and somehow the famous AC/DC song "Whole Lotta Rosie" comes into my mind when aligning her to 90 degrees attack course...