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Enchanter · 12-24-07, 05:45 AM

Personal Diary of Gerhard Linden 30 July ’41 – 11 Aug ‘41

This entry promises to be a little bit dull I’m afraid.
A standard patrol of the NW coast of Africa again, this time we encountered and sank 4 costal merchants.

Tired of Kals’ whining about not getting any time at his post, I surfaced in calm weather and sank the first merchant with armour piercing rounds to the deck gun area. We must have ignited the ammo storage locker as she went up very quickly. Well, if the enemy wants to play with fire, let them get burned!

The remaining three were put under by torpedo. Each torpedo fired hit her mark this time, and all exploded at the correct time! It would seem that our chat with the head technician has paid off.

The crew is suitably relaxed and happy with a successful mission.

As my wedding day draws near, I’m beginning to get nervous. Accommodation has been located for the families and they will all be arriving the 1st of September. The chapel is booked, and the formalities seem to be ironed out. The reception, sadly, will not be a lavish affair, but we have been able to secure catering for approximately 100 people. Fritz has begun planning the bachelor party, and when I ask him about it, he merely shrugs, and smiles mysteriously. I should have gotten around to having him shot sooner than this.

In addition to his duties as best man, Fritz is also responsible for my military entourage. He has graciously given the honour of announcing the married couple over to the base Commandant. But he has reserved the right to make the opening speech at the reception.

Suzanne is getting more and more excited. It’s great to watch her lively animated excitement as she picks flowers, arranges seating and lives - what she has taken to calling - her personal fairytale.
She has become my morning star, the single method by which I navigate through this life, a life that despite the grey terror that is war, nevertheless promises beauty and peace. I fight now, not for the Fatherland. Now I fight to return home to my precious love. With each burning hulk I send to the bottom, I will this war to end sooner. No more the stories of glory or adventure I was promised. Now I fight merely to live a life of peace. There is a strange dichotomy in that; I the warrior who fights for his peace, and she the healer that battles the suffering my very war causes.

12-24-07, 05:45 AM	#8
Enchanter Bosun Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: South Africa Posts: 66 Downloads: 21 Uploads: 0	Personal Diary of Gerhard Linden 30 July ’41 – 11 Aug ‘41 This entry promises to be a little bit dull I’m afraid. A standard patrol of the NW coast of Africa again, this time we encountered and sank 4 costal merchants. Tired of Kals’ whining about not getting any time at his post, I surfaced in calm weather and sank the first merchant with armour piercing rounds to the deck gun area. We must have ignited the ammo storage locker as she went up very quickly. Well, if the enemy wants to play with fire, let them get burned! The remaining three were put under by torpedo. Each torpedo fired hit her mark this time, and all exploded at the correct time! It would seem that our chat with the head technician has paid off. The crew is suitably relaxed and happy with a successful mission. As my wedding day draws near, I’m beginning to get nervous. Accommodation has been located for the families and they will all be arriving the 1st of September. The chapel is booked, and the formalities seem to be ironed out. The reception, sadly, will not be a lavish affair, but we have been able to secure catering for approximately 100 people. Fritz has begun planning the bachelor party, and when I ask him about it, he merely shrugs, and smiles mysteriously. I should have gotten around to having him shot sooner than this. In addition to his duties as best man, Fritz is also responsible for my military entourage. He has graciously given the honour of announcing the married couple over to the base Commandant. But he has reserved the right to make the opening speech at the reception. Suzanne is getting more and more excited. It’s great to watch her lively animated excitement as she picks flowers, arranges seating and lives - what she has taken to calling - her personal fairytale. She has become my morning star, the single method by which I navigate through this life, a life that despite the grey terror that is war, nevertheless promises beauty and peace. I fight now, not for the Fatherland. Now I fight to return home to my precious love. With each burning hulk I send to the bottom, I will this war to end sooner. No more the stories of glory or adventure I was promised. Now I fight merely to live a life of peace. There is a strange dichotomy in that; I the warrior who fights for his peace, and she the healer that battles the suffering my very war causes. __________________ Hasta la wookie...baby.