"I love you Heidi. I'll always come back to you. Now come on. Alfie Kiefer has just pulled in, and Brentsche can't be far behind. There's going to be tea and medals!"
"You mean beer and medals, Rollie" she smiled and true enough, the crew had already broken open the first two cases, spraying beer at each other and flirting with the nurses, but most importantly wetting some very dry whistles.
Cox is fretting over Jurgen and the boys, making sure they are as smart as they can be after a month at sea. Frankly Dieter always looks like he's been two months at sea.
They are pleased as punch, and there is a proud swagger to them, which they have deserved, as they wait for the ceremony to commence. U-666 are in fine form too. Their boss is getting the Knight's Cross, and there are also medals for his First Watch Officer, his Medic, and Chief Engineer. They had quite a patrol by all accounts. Took something like 90,000 tons, and sank that destroyer so between us we could carve up the convoy. They were forced down more than once and took a bit of a kicking, as did we. I can see the strain etched into their faces, as they gulp down their beer and look at the sky again.
Brentsche with his last two torpedoes added to his own Mid-Atlantic count by picking off a couple of the stragglers in our wake. He's still a day out.
"I should have put you up for something, Bruno. You were there on the bridge too."
He tapped his Iron Cross ribbon and smiled.
"I've already had my throatache cured Kap, and I'd swap any medal on earth for this cold beer right now!"
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