Could be worse...Bernard got onto my U-70 on my first career, and somehow managed to persuade the chief to let him near the surfacing controls...he surfaced us right in the middle of a British task force! Here we are, in the middle of the Med, grid CG-something, and we're stalking two British battleships (I was in my trusty IXB with six tubes, was going to put three torpedoes into each battleship), then all of a sudden, we break surface, and my IWO starts yelling "Warship spotted, close, moving fast!" I get up to the bridge, and the next thing i see is two BBs, six DDs, a CL, and a trio of MTBs. I yell down, "BERNARD!!!" and then we all got blasted to smithereens.
Now, the moment I see Bernard, I'm going to pop him in the back of the head with my Luger. If it weren't for his stupidity, I would've racked up 82,000 tons in a matter of minutes (probably would've been able to sink the light cruiser too).
::takes out baseball bat:: Die Bernard! Die!