I was off the Western Approches, sometime in 1941. Weather was filthy -- heavy fog and heavy seas. I figured I was safe since the weather was so bad so I came up to recharge my batteries. Half an hour later a lone DD comes out of the fog and rams me amidships. Now whether it saw me or I just happened to be in the way I'll never know. One minute it wasn't there, then it was. Sound collision alarm! It hits and I go down. Critical damage. Destroyed compartments. Much flooding. Loud screaming. We'll never see home again.
Scratch one U-boat.
