23 November 1941
The escorts of this convoy got nasty and surpassed the boundaries of politness. I was a good 10 kilometers abeam the convoy, hurrying to visit before dawn.
Blinking Corvette came charging from behind, Black Swan, 40 degrees off port bow.
This was too much!
I dove to PD, Despite my shy nature, I stayed eyeballing the corvette. at 600 meters, let it have it with stern tube. Blam.
The black Swan changed course, at 900 meters I fired tube 1, almost missed, One BS less with that convoy.
I surfaced to continue my overhaul maneuvre.
Another bloody corvette made its appearance.
Damn, my rear tubes were empty.
I turned the boat. The corvette was mucking about in the area where its buddies sank. It turned and headed for me. I was facing the wrong way. Started another one eighty.
The corvette cathered speed, recklessly I accelerated, had solution and fired. I think now the convoy is without escorts. Will find out when I drop in for breakfast.
At the moment I'm a nervous wreck
