Doenitz reaches for a crystal decanter.
''You'll join me, Leutnant?'
"So what you are saying, is that one of the escorts fixes you with asdic.."
Yes, Sir
"While the other runs in and peppers you, is that it?'
Yes, Sir
"And then they swap over?"
Yes Sir
"Damned methodical - But you cut away?"
The system isn't perfect , Sir. Either their drills slipped, or there was a technological error, or one of the ships lost us for a second and we took our chance to run
"U-46 is looking a bit sorry for herself?"
It took four hours, Sir. One more escort joining in , and it would probably have been all up for us.
"How did the first destroyer find you?"
(If it's possible, Doenitz's eyes narrowed even more)
I think the English have radar, Sir. It was too much of a coincidence for them to jump us like that. They can't be reading our codes. Either that or they were very, very lucky..
"..lucky like a swordfish , you mean..?" Doenitz smiled.......
Lt de Bunsen, U-46
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