Irish sea, December 1939, heavy fog, wind 15/ms. Suddenly the lookout spots a Schooner off the port bow, and very close. Hard-a-port and full ahead, The bow of U-124 slams into the flank of the schooner, riding over the top of it.
It sinks immediately, another 2 tommy pleasure sailors have met their maker.
Somehow I feel rather bad, but this is total war.
