I guess I'm in the "Happy Time" now. I'm currently in St. Nazaire. Last night I attacked a convoy. Thought i was aiming at an ore carrier but was actually a C&D class! I was even using the ore carrier info in the id book! Didn't realize the mistake till the eel hit and lit up the night. Hey, one less escort to worry about. I swung the scope over to the ore carrier and let off two good ones and crash dived. Escorts were hoppin' mad. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM! All around me. "Das boot iss boo-shady, Herr Kaleun!"
"Boo-shady". Every Kaleun dreads hearing "boo-shady".
"Take 'er deep, Chief! Flank speed!"
We were near the mouth of the St. George Channel so we had to be careful of dragging our balls in the sand. At about 80 meters we leveled off and went to silent running.
No one made a peep. Not laughing Joe, Hiccuping Hinrich or even Willi "The Farter" Erlichmann, who was notorious for blowing ballast at the mere splash of a WB. All they could do was stare at the maze of pipes above their sweaty faces.
Then we heard the pinging.
"Steer south, Chief. Get ready to gun it as soon as Witterman gives the word."
And so he did. "Wasserbombs in the water, sir", he hissed.
The Chief didn't need to hear from me. "Ahead flank" he whispered, ratcheting the telegraph.
It was seven hours before we lost the escorts. Still I refrained from giving the order to secure from silent running for another hour and even then the repair crews were on edge tinkering diligently but delicately, lest a dropped wrench or torch should again bring the ravenous escorts upon them.
After we surfaced I ordered course to the south away from the isles to look for less challenging game, which we found. By the time we returned to St. Nazaire we had bagged ourselves six ships.
I'm diggin' the oakleaves. Makes me look more distinguished somehow. Especially to the ladies.
