Almost the same thing happened to me on my last patrol, except it was a very determined Dido. This was in early Nov. 1940, so no BOLD to aid my escape, just sheer cunning, inhuman patience, and lots of prayer for myself and the brave crew of U-47.
He dropped his DCs in clusters of six and seemed to have a psychic's gift for knowing my exact position despite diving the boat to 160+ meters and killing my engines to drift. Two near misses took out nearly everything topside and damaged four compartments along with destroying my internal forward torpedo reserves, leaving me with just four eels to reload. The crew just managed to get the flooding under control as we sunk to 223 meters.
Is it just me or have the depth charges suddenly gotten about twice as powerful?
I managed to elude him after several hours with much maneuvering, quick bursts of 'Ahead Flank' at times when he was turning away, and then drifting at 'All Stop'. I eventually surfaced and did an overtake of the convoy with decks awash because all I had left was my UZO. I moved in at 2350 hours and gave them hell! Took down two large merchies, but my other two shots missed as I had them set for magnetic because of the sharp angle of the firing solution.
I slipped out of there at 'Ahead Flank' and the escorts never knew where I was thanks to my speed and running nearly surfaced, with only my conning tower exposed.
I may have time to slip in one more patrol before 1941 rolls around, at which time I'll hope the BdU has finally gotten around to moving me to Brest and missions in deeper waters. He sure is taking his time, seeing that our side took possession of thoe French ports six months ago.
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Still sailing the high seas, hunting convoys with those who join me.
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