Yeah, well, reminds me of the good old days when I was learning to handle my type VII. So 1st patrol, encounter convoy running at 10kts straight into my path. I waited patiently, and when the leading escort is just at 500m from my bow I get over-excited and press Emergency Surface key. Godamn, there's no way to stop it now, the tans are venting and the damn engineer has put the engines on flank speed. I suddenly feel like crying, I shout (literally) DIVEEEEE!!! while compulsively pressing the D key. Now I know how girls feel at a busy junction when they take both hands of the weel, let the clutch go, stall the engine and block the whole damn road.
I popped like a cork in the middle of the defence screen and took about 8 shells in a matter of seconds. Doenitz called me an incompetent pig and told me I shouldn't be allowed to command a row boat.
I look forward to the same thing from
Husband Edward Kimmel. *******s, they sit on their fat butts and don't understand the pressure out there, in the middle of the damn ocean!
) If only the damn crew would tell me when we're about to sink! I don't wanna leave my mp3 player in the cabin, while the sub goes down...