[Brag]

Kptlt. J.S. Balz writes:

Lorient 04 November 1940

Dear Mutti,

My pleasant summer in Brittany is finished. Time for taking my brand new U-124 into the fight against the malignant Mr. Churchill and his minions. I am sailing tomorrow and the people in the Vaterland can sleep in peace knowing that the Great Balz is out there driving the British Empire to its grave.

I like this new, larger boat. It has better acoustics than a type VII and I can have a larger choir.

For the main part, I had a good summer, except for the bloody speeches. That fool Churchill: What is it with him? Fighting on the beaches, pfuy! Doesn't he know that beaches are for relaxation? For watching sunsets and cooking wurst on a bonfire?

Then, we have Roosevelt. What's this Arsenal for Democracy? Why not Manchester United for Democracy? I ask, why, why.

To make things worse, that Frenchman De Gaul started making speeches too! Thus taking more of my time.

Thanks very much for the lead foil lined tea cozy. When I wear it, the voices stop. Including those of the Martians.

Your wonderful son,
Kptlt. Johan Sebastian Balz.