........doodling round the Pacific,enjoying the eye candy,the palm trees,the blue,blue sea,the ships of the Imperial Japanese Navy with people walking around on them
and I thought,'Am I getting bored with this whole submarine thing?' So for two whole days I wrestle with the idea that maybe it's time to give the undersea war a rest.Perhaps just one more patrol,late 1942 out of Brest with SHIII and GWX.Here I am two days later,I've sunk an American tanker 200 miles southwest of Ireland (I won't sink British ships on principle),
I've been bombed twice,depthcharged four times, buried two crewmen at sea and at the moment I'm caught in the centre of a huge convoy in the middle of a December gale and I've a long way to go to get home.Ah the good old Atlantic.I was just missing it.
