All here who hate under running torpedoes all say 'aye'.
1941, S-Class, sticking my neck out in the Luzon. Warships abound. Boat full of deep swimmers
Where is the Admiral? I got a bone to pick
. One lousy sinking. 48 days at sea in my slug of a sugarboat. Nothing worse than hearing you torp go 'glunk' on the side of a vessel. Should have joined the air force.