It's funny. You can't hear a plane's engines when they're coming up behind you, but the terrible roar as they pass overhead is deafening.
"Christ!" shouts Bruno, clutching his head. "Am I hit?"
Hals pointed down to where his Watch Officer's cap was now perched at a jaunty angle on top of the 88mm deck gun.
"The Tommies blew your hat off, even better than Michelle, Sir!"
All this happened in an instant. And it's also funny how insane laughter in a crisis sticks in your mind too.
No bombs. Came right out of the clouds and rain. If they saw us at all, they would have been as surprised as we were, and no time to react on either side.
But they have seen Max.
Even now I can see the Liberator banking and attackiing as U-213 is already dipping down, her watch scrambling for the safety of the hull, and the boat itself searching for the sanctuary of the water.
"Prepare to dive!"
"I have to get my cap Kaleun!"
"Well you know the drill, Bruno. Ten seconds then you're either in or out. Go! The rest of you get below now"
LS
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