What the hell am I paying these people for

hampster · 01-15-11, 09:00 PM

My crew.

About the only thing they do, when they feel like it is load the torps and shoddily run the engines.

Ive seen multiple contacts before them. Contacts I managed to locate on the hydrophones before them. Been shooting at planes coming in then going out when. "Fluegzeug gesichtet Herr Kaleun!" No really? Did the flashy tracers pointing at it alert you?

The one thing they do well apparently is naptime. When ever they feel like it. This is the Kriegsmarine, not a daycare, and Im babysitting them. We were prosecuting a contact, went to periscope depth then were racing to beat the contact to the 500 yard launching point when my entire engine room crew decides its once again naptime. They all apparently fell asleep at their stations, not before shutting the engine down for some quiet. So my carefully plotted solution flys out the hatch and I have to do the whole thing with the scope, then surface and finish it with the deck gun. I swear I wish we could do some old school Napoleonic era Royal Navy discipline. There would have been a couple of seamen and mates hung from what passes as a yardarm on the goodship U-51

01-15-11, 09:00 PM	#1
hampster Swabbie Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: Alberta Posts: 7 Downloads: 2 Uploads: 0	What the hell am I paying these people for My crew. About the only thing they do, when they feel like it is load the torps and shoddily run the engines. Ive seen multiple contacts before them. Contacts I managed to locate on the hydrophones before them. Been shooting at planes coming in then going out when. "Fluegzeug gesichtet Herr Kaleun!" No really? Did the flashy tracers pointing at it alert you? The one thing they do well apparently is naptime. When ever they feel like it. This is the Kriegsmarine, not a daycare, and Im babysitting them. We were prosecuting a contact, went to periscope depth then were racing to beat the contact to the 500 yard launching point when my entire engine room crew decides its once again naptime. They all apparently fell asleep at their stations, not before shutting the engine down for some quiet. So my carefully plotted solution flys out the hatch and I have to do the whole thing with the scope, then surface and finish it with the deck gun. I swear I wish we could do some old school Napoleonic era Royal Navy discipline. There would have been a couple of seamen and mates hung from what passes as a yardarm on the goodship U-51