J.S. Balz writes:
18 October 1941
Unapreciated of my glorious deeds of the past, I spent a month in Lorient educating my sensitive palate to fine Eau de vie. Then, the call of duty came. Like the Olympian master of the seas that I am, I set sail toward the discordant call of war. The waves pounded my ship and sang with joy, 'Balz is back, Balz is back.'
The Gulf of Cadiz has changed. RAF here, RAF there. Paniked Tommies hunting the master. In choppy seas, decks awash, I watch the fools and sink a Liberty right under their snouts. The grand master of the Kriegsmarine is back at work. "Einz zwei, hoochie woochie. Sink me in Balzimore," my adoring crew sings in extasy.
Liberty, a lousy 7,000 ton mongrel, armed like a destroyer, designed to frustrate Balz's 200K goal for this patrol, augurs evil to our future.
Balz is back to sea and the citizens of the Reich can sleep well in the knowledge that my great skill will destroy the enemy. I'm writing a new song: Noch mal ein Liberty, you Hoochie Woochie.
Kptlt. Johan Sebastian Balz the Magnificent
Olympian ruler of the sea.