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Bosje · 04-13-13, 09:49 AM

At 13:10 they are in position. Not as close as he would have liked but they would need another hour to get so far ahead that they could close in under the surface. So as it is, they launch 2 torpedoes from 2500 meters. Electric torpedoes, which don't have a visible wake. Both slam into the tanker, he witnesses the great columns of water and debris, one after another, with his eye pressed to the ocular of the attack periscope.

The tanker steams on as though nothing happened. Being the damned big bastards that they are, they are used to having their hull full of liquid.

Normally, they would shadow the tanker for several hours before taking any rash actions, but he is in a hurry this time. Surface the boat and engage the target with gunfire. His order causes a frown on the face of his 1.WO. But what about the orders to preserve the illusion of mine hits?

Two mines out here in the middle of the Atlantic? Colliding with the tanker within 10 seconds? Come now. And every minute the other big prize gets further and further away. Might as well add the illusion of freak exploding 88mm hailstones plunging from the skies

The boys are doing a lot better with the deckgun than on previous patrols. Also because their target is bloody huge. After 10 shells the tanker is on fire and bits and pieces are flying off it all across the great hull, which is now bathed in thick black smoke. That will do, as they turn around to speed off in the opposite direction they watch as the tanker gives up, its tail already dips beneath the waves and they put her in the log for an estimated 12000 tons.

Again the sun is right in front of them, but this time it's a sunset which treats them to a pretty scenery. At 1900 hours they re-acquire the other target. Or at least they spot a large merchant, 10000 tons, heading west at 10 knots. It has to be the same one. They spent most of the day running on the surface at full speed. The Chief Engineer is in a sour mood but that's only because he can't keep his mind off the fuel which is guzzled away into the diesels. It will all be worth is, the commander comforts him.

04-13-13, 09:49 AM	#7
Bosje Seasoned Skipper Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 732 Downloads: 89 Uploads: 0	The illusion of freak mines against all odds At 13:10 they are in position. Not as close as he would have liked but they would need another hour to get so far ahead that they could close in under the surface. So as it is, they launch 2 torpedoes from 2500 meters. Electric torpedoes, which don't have a visible wake. Both slam into the tanker, he witnesses the great columns of water and debris, one after another, with his eye pressed to the ocular of the attack periscope. The tanker steams on as though nothing happened. Being the damned big bastards that they are, they are used to having their hull full of liquid. Normally, they would shadow the tanker for several hours before taking any rash actions, but he is in a hurry this time. Surface the boat and engage the target with gunfire. His order causes a frown on the face of his 1.WO. But what about the orders to preserve the illusion of mine hits? Two mines out here in the middle of the Atlantic? Colliding with the tanker within 10 seconds? Come now. And every minute the other big prize gets further and further away. Might as well add the illusion of freak exploding 88mm hailstones plunging from the skies The boys are doing a lot better with the deckgun than on previous patrols. Also because their target is bloody huge. After 10 shells the tanker is on fire and bits and pieces are flying off it all across the great hull, which is now bathed in thick black smoke. That will do, as they turn around to speed off in the opposite direction they watch as the tanker gives up, its tail already dips beneath the waves and they put her in the log for an estimated 12000 tons. Again the sun is right in front of them, but this time it's a sunset which treats them to a pretty scenery. At 1900 hours they re-acquire the other target. Or at least they spot a large merchant, 10000 tons, heading west at 10 knots. It has to be the same one. They spent most of the day running on the surface at full speed. The Chief Engineer is in a sour mood but that's only because he can't keep his mind off the fuel which is guzzled away into the diesels. It will all be worth is, the commander comforts him. __________________ And when an 800-ton Uboat has you by the tits... you listen!