Yea - Ducimus is givin you the right feedback. The first rule of evasion is not to get detected in the first place. After yer detected, it's all damage control. But I know what it's like to get gang-beaten by a group of escorts. My current career (U-45, convoy bandit) took it's first real DCing in 23 patrols (May 1943).
I had attacked a line of ships in a convoy, and foolishly waited around for a prime target to advance in my LOS for the last shot. I took the shot, but wasted time that would normally be used to clear the datum. I was cocky. I've waded into 3 years worth of convoys and wreaked havoc without ever being DCed properly. Well, this time, 5 escorts converged from all sides. It was _perfectly_ clear weather, about midday. By the time i was turning to exit, they had me in asdic.
I doubled back at PD and dodged a charging armed trawler. It missed. It's friend took a turn and I flanked under a disabled small tanker and blew a decoy. That screwed them up a bit. I came out the back side of the tanker with the sound of rapid pings from multiple receivers rattling the boat. They had me. The three other escorts (2 other armed trawlers and 1 hunt class) circled me and began taking turns beating me about the head and ears.
Pings were coming so fast that they were overlapping and I could no longer tell how many pursuers I had. I dove to 60m and began my evasion. Worst - the hydrophone was useless because the load/save bug had fixed all the dials in the boat to straight up. I was pissed. I had to use that cheap 'track nearest warship' function. At 60m I used the observation scope to watch keels pass over me and drop DCs, evading as they came. It went on for about an hour. I would flank, then decoy, go deeper, then flank, then silent. When they had passed, I would go back to 60m so I could see them. I had one really close call - a line of DCs landed almost parallel to the boat, with the last one damaging the forward deck and rattling us up pretty good. By the end of it I was at 130m, which was as deep as I was willing to go. I was running silent, and could hear pings, but they didn't have me locked, for some weird reason. Maybe I was deep enough...
They lost me. I escaped. Now I'm going past Reykavik on my way back to Bergen. But it was a close one. I had dispensed the rum ration and was getting ready for the cold & dark (and Ducimus - I haven't made my mil yet! - 9.9 or so). This is only 43. I think the escorts can really give you hell, at least if you end up facing a pack of em.
Kb
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