Kalb writes:
Two more escorts joined with their attentions. Balz had his song writing notebook out. Every time the soundman announced "Wasserbomben," Balz would add, "Boom-boom."
Soon, the whole U-boat was whisper-singing, "Wasserbomben, boom-boom, hoochie-woochie.
Never getting a good bead on us, the escorts left. We came to persicope depth. Balz stopped his scanning and slapped his leg. He looked around the Zentralle. "Prepare for murderous attack against a helpless victim. We have a poor whale factory bobbing in the water--surface."
On the bridge, Balz waved his bowler at the stricken vessel which showed no sign of sinking. "Abandon ship, you fools," He yelled.
The British crew answered with a hail of bullets from GWX guns mounted on the ship's rigging.
"Fire tube four."
I pressed the firing button and ducked behind the bridge rail as bullets clancked.
Balz squatted on the deck with stopwatch in hand, but his attention was on the bowler, which now sported a bullet hole.
The torpedo exploded in the forward part of the ship and the guns stopped firing.
"I just had inspiration to write a poem," Balz announced. There was a whaler in port, he wasn't really a bad sort, hoochie woochie--do you like it?"
I wanted to groan, but said, "I like the hoochie woochie part, it's original."
Balz gave me a dirty look and placed the bowler with the bullet hole on his head. "Let's catch up with that convoy. We have some ships to sink."
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