In pouring rain with zero visibility, november 1942, i moved to intercept a convoy in hopes that the weather would improve but it never did, instead i sat at 100 meters and listened to all those ships pass by
small ones, big ones, fat ones, tiny ones... there had to have been 6 or 8 lanes with of ships heavily escorted.
i cursed under my breath as i just listened to them all go sailing merrily along
weather is much better now that they are long gone