The morning of April 9th, 1942. Silently, I crawl into Loch Ewe. As i turn the corner into the harbor entrance, the sonar lights up with at least 5 warship contacts in port. This can only mean one thing.
Sure enough.....
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Ill use the day to make my approach and set myself up for a barrage of torps. Then ill wait until nightfall before dropping her. Its going smoothly getting in, but its going to be hell getting out....