Dang Leo, 100 Ft? I can't be at 100 ft any where near a destroyer without them sniffing me. I always have to stay beneath the thermal layer until that forward sweeper is past me; then I pop up. Except today one of the flanking escorts was uncharacteristically close to the front and made things difficult for me. Instead of a leisurely dead-stop launch of fore and aft torpedos at two juicy large modern freighters, I was running flank speed and trying to maneuver into firing position. So much for beautifully laid out plans.
