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Old 06-02-07, 07:13 PM   #676
Laughing Swordfish
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So we mind our own business back through the top of the Bay. We drop South, and wait to be picked up, by an escort. It's madness; this estuary is overflown daily, and still no properly armed escort. We're going to rest on the bottom until the RV

When one does arrive it's like some converted trawler like the one who chased us. She has a two or three 20mm guns rotating enthusiastically up to the sky

"We're better armed ourselves!"

"No Rollie, 'we haven't got a dime' as the Amis would say".

And the bombers had to be elsewhere that day, and we came back in, pennants flying, but the 20 is a bit of a mess. I wouldn't care if we had to row the old girl back in, we need to get back. I mean I'm sure the men want to get back....

Otto looked at me knowingly.

"She's there you know"

"Let's just dock U-46 properly, gentlemen, any damn fool can sidle up at 1 knot on electric"

"And any damned fool can see why we should be in that berth ahead of those fatbellies in U-343, haven't been to sea in a month"

"Bruno, Christian, do what you have to do to dock us now!...............

Soon U-46 is tied up in the berth opposite her usual one.

"Shut down engines, back to maintenance lights and circuits.

All hands on deck"

"She's there, Kap"

"What?"

"Heidi! She's over there, waving at you"

I'm sorry for the nurses and soldiers that I rudely forced past that day, but then:

Heidi

LS

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