Kalb writes:
The monster convoy changed course during the night and it was already first light when we submerged to ambush it. Wearing his bathrobe and medals, Balz made his grandiose entrance into the Zentralle doing some weird dance steps. The bullet hole on his bowler hat was nicelly centered on his forehad. He looked through the periscope. "The sunrise of doom has come," he announced.
" Hmmmmmm," the planesmen led by Bernard hummed.
"Tankers galore and the lead escort is past our beam. As the sun comes up, tankers will go down."
"Hmmmmmm."
"A cruel sea will take its due."
"Hmmmmmm."
"As high priests of the deep, we will make sacrificial offerings to the gods of war.
"Hmmmmm."
"Bernard, place your hands on the deck and sit on them. Everyone else--Balzing stations!"
The attack went well. Balz fired 3 torpedoes. Two medium modern tankers sank and and a whale factory was damaged. Soon, we had five escorts circling like fleas looking for a home.
The British crews would never believe they were hunting for a man wearing medals pinned to a dirty old bathrobe and a bowler hat with a bullethole over his forehead.
"Wasserbomben."
"Hmmmmmm."
"Boom-boom," Balz added.
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