16 February 1941. U-103
At night, rough seas, depth of water 80 meters. We approach convoy at PD. A black Swan heads toward our position at slow speed, which makes me nervous. I have one torpedo set and ready to go. The Black swan closes to 150 meters, apparently unaware of our presence.
I watch the sloop get nearer through the scope.
To make sure it is working, Bernard presses the firing button. Whoosh, torpedo Loooos!
Apparently unaware of Bernard's brilliant launch.The Black Swan continues on its course and passes within fifty meters of U-103.
10 minutes later I fire two torpedoes at a large cargo and one at a medium one. Both ships sink.
Even with Bernard's screams as I tried to throttle him, the escorts never bothered us. :rotfl: :rotfl: