I think I am about to resign my commision and ask for a transfer to Rommels Desert Rats.
Set out from st. nazaire on november 2....rain+15 mps wind....head towards my patrol-area...rain+15 mps wind.......reach my patrolarea........rain+15 mps wind....stalk a medium cargo for 250 nm south of my patrol-grid....rain+15 mps wind.......finally give up and head back to my grid........encounter a task force on the way back and am in perfect firingposition.....but guess what......thats right......RAIN + 15 MPS WIND.....looking out of the scope, I wouldnt be able to see one of these newfangled "Atomic bombs" going off 200 off my bow
Join the navy and see the world......the world is large, green and flat........with lots and lots of precipitation.....
If this keeps up, im seriously considering cleaning the muzzle of my Luger with my mouth......
Have a nice day
PS:Why do you hate me, God??
