The date is 1. November 1942. I'm about to leave the harbour for a new patrol out of La Spezia. I'm on the brigde, making ready to follow my escort out to sea, but...there is something missing.. Where the H*ll is the band? I want some music and women throwing flowers when i leave! I ask my crew, but noone has seen either of them...
Then i suddenly realized....."oh no, not again"...... "Bernard".....
Last night there was a farewell party in the messhall, and Bernard was really drunk on some ricewine he got from our japanese liason Hop-Sing.. Then he managed to puke in the punch bowl, and since it was Bernard who made the punch in the first place, i dont think anyone realized that it suddenly got "spiked' wit some stomack-content..
My conclusion: Both the band and the flower-womans drank the punch...
I feel sorry for them....
Well, of to patrol!!!
