When Does The War End... I Can't Take It Any More!!!

Mike 'Red Ocktober' Hense · 09-03-05, 09:37 PM

i've managed to keep this crew alive all the way to Nov, 1944...

uboat command has sent us to patrol a sector smack in middle of the english channel... that's right, THE ENGLISH CHANNEL!!!!!

they must have lost their minds... i mean we did manage to sneak into Dover and sink a few anchored targets... i thought that would be the hardest... but our passage through the channel has been horrific...

every time we poked up our scope or snorkel to get a recharge... planes... planes... and more planes... dropping bombs... bombs... and more bombs...

fast time is now reduced to a maximum of 64... just to give me enough time to duck under and make a rapid course change... i had a real close call that i do not want to repeat... i may not get away with the minor damage that i did the next time...

more than once the battery level dropped to within a hair of being totally depleted... the last time fortunately some bad weather came up, and that, with the cover of darkness, allowed us to get a good charge in...

this was the roughest passage through the channel ever for us... we went right through our patrol area, without slowing down for the mandatory 24 hour patrol time... and am now heading out to the safety of the deep in mid atlantic...

i never thought that i would be saying this... but i've had enough... from the radio reports i'm getting, it seems as if the war is already lost...

i'm setting course for the carribean... then, on to south america... my men are exhausted... they're tired... and i'm not endangering my crew like this any more...

our boat is damaged... and my men are starting to show symptoms of combat fatigue... one of my best engineers, a guy named Yohan, has already cracked once...

hey, they've have done more than their part... they deserve some rest now...

we'll take it slow, and get away from the allied air cover... find a peaceful island down south and spend the rest of our days there till the war ends...

or maybe head around the cape and into the pacific...

i'm getting ready to send our last message to uboat command... i don't know if i should tell them of my plans... or send a fake sinking report...

either way... we are sailing off to find some open skies... and peaceful waters...

auf vieder sein (is that how you say it)...

--Mike

09-03-05, 09:37 PM	#1
Mike 'Red Ocktober' Hense Commander Join Date: Sep 2001 Posts: 445 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	When Does The War End... I Can't Take It Any More!!! i've managed to keep this crew alive all the way to Nov, 1944... uboat command has sent us to patrol a sector smack in middle of the english channel... that's right, THE ENGLISH CHANNEL!!!!! they must have lost their minds... i mean we did manage to sneak into Dover and sink a few anchored targets... i thought that would be the hardest... but our passage through the channel has been horrific... every time we poked up our scope or snorkel to get a recharge... planes... planes... and more planes... dropping bombs... bombs... and more bombs... fast time is now reduced to a maximum of 64... just to give me enough time to duck under and make a rapid course change... i had a real close call that i do not want to repeat... i may not get away with the minor damage that i did the next time... more than once the battery level dropped to within a hair of being totally depleted... the last time fortunately some bad weather came up, and that, with the cover of darkness, allowed us to get a good charge in... this was the roughest passage through the channel ever for us... we went right through our patrol area, without slowing down for the mandatory 24 hour patrol time... and am now heading out to the safety of the deep in mid atlantic... i never thought that i would be saying this... but i've had enough... from the radio reports i'm getting, it seems as if the war is already lost... i'm setting course for the carribean... then, on to south america... my men are exhausted... they're tired... and i'm not endangering my crew like this any more... our boat is damaged... and my men are starting to show symptoms of combat fatigue... one of my best engineers, a guy named Yohan, has already cracked once... hey, they've have done more than their part... they deserve some rest now... we'll take it slow, and get away from the allied air cover... find a peaceful island down south and spend the rest of our days there till the war ends... or maybe head around the cape and into the pacific... i'm getting ready to send our last message to uboat command... i don't know if i should tell them of my plans... or send a fake sinking report... either way... we are sailing off to find some open skies... and peaceful waters... auf vieder sein (is that how you say it)... --Mike