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Originally Posted by Turm
I'd almost welcome a depth charge or two.
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Being in the U-boat service is a game of cat and mouse. In the early war you are mostly the cat. But you occasionally get to be the mouse, and its actually very enjoyable. The cat (we call him Tommy) is fat and lazy, partially blind, and after playing with you for a while, gets bored, gives up, and goes back to his nap.
Later in the war, you start spending more and more time donning the mouse ears. The cheese stinks like toe jam and the kitchen is covered in wall to wall traps. Tommy the cat has brought a bunch of lean and hungry tomcat friends with him to the party. They don't give up, they don't nap, and they work as a team. The birds, which were mere hummingbirds in 1939, have turned into great horned owls, they can see at night, and they're aggressive as hell.
It's a tough job being a mouse in 1943.