Sure enough, a chastened Friedmann chose the extra duties.
Maybe I was too harsh on him, but I can't have any whinging especially in the Control Room when we could be in contact.
Confidence is everything, and I don't need my boat's record put into question by some pup. (As it is, he emerged from the fore-ends with a black eye and split lip, one morning) our lordships administer their own justice at that end of the boat.
Noone saw anything of course. And he didn't want to press it.
"Friedmann, this isn't a yellow boat. You haven't been out into the Atlantic anywhere near enough as the other crew. Keep yoiur mouth shut until you have, because they will punch it. Now get back to work and fit in.
Tell the Chief I want to surface in fifteen minutes, have Viktor shaken from his bunk, for our regular report; and what happened to my hot coffee from the Galley? Go Boy, Go!"
We should be pretty much on station now.......
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