I think i had Bernard as my navigator on my first trip into the english channel in a type II canoe, which i affectionately call the tin can. we went in just fine, sunk a few prizes, and on the way out, just below periscope depth about a meter off the sea floor, we collide with something. all hands lost. no contacts came up, nothing i saw was there, about 5-10 km east of Dover.
<--- yeeehaw, not a bilge rat no more
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