Thank you for the welcome!
As you might have guessed, my luck ran out: I doubled back on the dancing convoy, even though it was getting perilously close to the British mainland, for another nibble. The next evening was quite still but again, I managed to slip inside the destroyer screen at persicope depth silent running, cutting diagonally through the small fry with my eye on 2 large merchants: Then, in my self-satisfied smugness, I popped up the periscope and locked on the furthest of the two LM's, fatally forgetting to check what was going on around me as I licked my lips at the crosshairs ticking down 25,20,15 as the angle on bow ticked up 75,78, 82 degrees, salvo of two for the first one, flood tubes 1 & 3....suddenly the periscope blacked out (or more accurately, greyed out): small merchant 10 m ahead...cue grinding metal noises...
Currently somewhere south of Oslo with nothing but the engines working, wondering gow to explain this to Onkel Karl
