Just got back to Bergen in mid-January 1945. I go worked over by some angry escorts [4] after sinking their beloved Bogue carrier with a single acoustic torpedo. 79% hull integrity, destroyed flak guns. It was a chance encounter with a task force; they ran right into me and I was able to dive and set up for an attack. In spite of the escorts snooping around I was able to put one into her. So satisfying to sink one of those fat sluts. About to set out February 11, 1945 for a North Sea grid. Hope to survive to the end of the war. This will be career patrol # 5 for KL Otto Seruga; name for an Austrian I used to work with.
The scripted ambushes by Allied bombers at the same spots every time as I depart and arrive the long fjord into Bergen is getting tiresome. Especially as this time when I came home it was rough weather and I had no flak guns anyway, even if the weather were smooth. Oh, well, three more months... I heard a rumour in the night club that the Reds were only 60 miles from Berlin. Which was strange, since we Germans use the metric system.
