(Story) The grey Wolf

Mr_Kaizer · 09-16-10, 05:37 PM

As I sat in the cabin, at the table, with the rather stern looking British intelligence officer opposite of me, I thought of how ironic the world can be. For years I had terrorized British sailors, now I was sitting there in the uniform of some British sailor. I had been running from British destroyers for years, now I was in one. I must say it's much less scary to be in one, than it is to be under it.
“Name of the uboat you commanded?” The question jerked me back to reality. The intelligence officer looked at me with disdain in his eyes. The look gave me the feeling that he'd rather just kill me right there and then, rather than to bothering to question me. He was young, couldn't have been more than 25. The youngest are always the fiercest. I rubbed my face and gave him a tired look. “I can't give you that information.” I had given the same answer at least a dozen times. He was getting agitated, frustrated that he wasn't scaring me. Just as he looked like he was about to jump over the table and strangle me, the door to the cabin opened. I didn't know Royal Navy ranks to well, but judging by the face, demeanor and the reaction of the junior officer, it was the captain of the destroyer. “You're relieved lieutenant, go get yourself something to eat.” he said with a fatherly smile. He was older than me, by 10 years at least. His beard and hair was starting to turn gray. In fact, if he'd been smoking a pipe, he'd fit the mental image just about everyone has of what a ships captain is supposed to look like. The young intel lieutenant looked like he was about to protest, but swallowed the words, and left. The man I assumed to be the captain sat down opposite of me, where the young man had been sitting. He pulled a pack of sigarettes out of hi uniform, and offered them to me. “Care for a smoke old boy?” he asked, still with that warm, fatherly smile on his face. I accepted the sigarete, and the lighter he offered. I took a long drag, and exhaled with a sigh, sitting back in my chair. ”Thank you, I needed that.” I said. “After a session with my young friend you would!” the captain replied, almost laughing. “So, Mr. Wolf of the U-53, what brought a man like you to a profession like this?” he continued. I almost answered right away, before thinking that doing so would confirm that I was indeed the commander, or, former commander, of the U-53. “I can't confirm or deny which boat I served on.” I replied monotonously. “Of course, of course. But the painting of a wolf on the conning tower rather gave you away. I've heard that mentioned in several reports from merchant sailors. Some of them were pretty interesting. So again I ask, what makes a man like you take up a profession like this?” I sighed and though “what the hell, what's the harm. The war is practically over anyway.” I smiled for the first time in days, took another drag from the cigarette, and started to tell this British destroyer captain my story.

Mr_Kaizer · 09-16-10, 06:09 PM

I had been hooked on u-boats since hearing tales of the heroes of the deep during the Great War. As soon as I was old enough, I joined the Navy. Unfortunately by then Germany had lost the war, and the U-boat service had been disbanded. I was shattered. Not only was my country which I was so proud of defeated, I couldn't join the service I had longed to join for so long. But I decided to stay. The inter war period just made me angrier. Useless politicians who's only goal was to make them self richer and more powerful ruled, while the population starved. And the peace agreement made our armed forces weak. Why shouldn't we be allowed to be strong? Why couldn't we have a navy like the British had? I was so angry. Angry and hurt. My nation was a shadow of it's former self, living on the scraps others threw to us like a beggar on the street. So when I heard of Hitler, I embraced his ideals. I thought he would bring us a strong Germany again. Not only was he a veteran of the Great War, but he was so young! And he wasn't a nobleman or captain of industry like those other fat pigs. He made us believe that any man could do anything. How young and stupid we were, how foolish to fall for his promises. It just goes to show how dangerous the wrong man at the right time with the right words can be. I joined the party as soon as I could, and when he came to power I was sure our dark days were over. Little did I know that the sun hadn't even started setting yet.

Brag · 09-17-10, 03:03 PM

Mai I suggest you break the story into paragraphs. It would make it easier to read.

Mr_Kaizer · 09-17-10, 07:13 PM

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Originally Posted by Brag

Mai I suggest you break the story into paragraphs. It would make it easier to read.

Bah, yeah. It looked better in Open Office :P

09-16-10, 05:37 PM	#1
Mr_Kaizer Watch Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 24 Downloads: 2 Uploads: 0	(Story) The grey Wolf As I sat in the cabin, at the table, with the rather stern looking British intelligence officer opposite of me, I thought of how ironic the world can be. For years I had terrorized British sailors, now I was sitting there in the uniform of some British sailor. I had been running from British destroyers for years, now I was in one. I must say it's much less scary to be in one, than it is to be under it. “Name of the uboat you commanded?” The question jerked me back to reality. The intelligence officer looked at me with disdain in his eyes. The look gave me the feeling that he'd rather just kill me right there and then, rather than to bothering to question me. He was young, couldn't have been more than 25. The youngest are always the fiercest. I rubbed my face and gave him a tired look. “I can't give you that information.” I had given the same answer at least a dozen times. He was getting agitated, frustrated that he wasn't scaring me. Just as he looked like he was about to jump over the table and strangle me, the door to the cabin opened. I didn't know Royal Navy ranks to well, but judging by the face, demeanor and the reaction of the junior officer, it was the captain of the destroyer. “You're relieved lieutenant, go get yourself something to eat.” he said with a fatherly smile. He was older than me, by 10 years at least. His beard and hair was starting to turn gray. In fact, if he'd been smoking a pipe, he'd fit the mental image just about everyone has of what a ships captain is supposed to look like. The young intel lieutenant looked like he was about to protest, but swallowed the words, and left. The man I assumed to be the captain sat down opposite of me, where the young man had been sitting. He pulled a pack of sigarettes out of hi uniform, and offered them to me. “Care for a smoke old boy?” he asked, still with that warm, fatherly smile on his face. I accepted the sigarete, and the lighter he offered. I took a long drag, and exhaled with a sigh, sitting back in my chair. ”Thank you, I needed that.” I said. “After a session with my young friend you would!” the captain replied, almost laughing. “So, Mr. Wolf of the U-53, what brought a man like you to a profession like this?” he continued. I almost answered right away, before thinking that doing so would confirm that I was indeed the commander, or, former commander, of the U-53. “I can't confirm or deny which boat I served on.” I replied monotonously. “Of course, of course. But the painting of a wolf on the conning tower rather gave you away. I've heard that mentioned in several reports from merchant sailors. Some of them were pretty interesting. So again I ask, what makes a man like you take up a profession like this?” I sighed and though “what the hell, what's the harm. The war is practically over anyway.” I smiled for the first time in days, took another drag from the cigarette, and started to tell this British destroyer captain my story.

09-17-10, 03:03 PM	#3
Brag Navy Seal Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Docked on a Russian pond Posts: 7,072 Downloads: 2 Uploads: 0	Mai I suggest you break the story into paragraphs. It would make it easier to read. __________________ Espionage, adventure, suspense, are just a click away Click here to look inside Brag's book: Amazon.com: Kingmaker: Alexey Braguine: Books Order Kingmaker here: http://www.subsim.com/store.html For Tactics visit:http://www.freewebs.com/kielman/

09-16-10, 06:09 PM	#2
Mr_Kaizer Watch Join Date: Mar 2009 Posts: 24 Downloads: 2 Uploads: 0	I had been hooked on u-boats since hearing tales of the heroes of the deep during the Great War. As soon as I was old enough, I joined the Navy. Unfortunately by then Germany had lost the war, and the U-boat service had been disbanded. I was shattered. Not only was my country which I was so proud of defeated, I couldn't join the service I had longed to join for so long. But I decided to stay. The inter war period just made me angrier. Useless politicians who's only goal was to make them self richer and more powerful ruled, while the population starved. And the peace agreement made our armed forces weak. Why shouldn't we be allowed to be strong? Why couldn't we have a navy like the British had? I was so angry. Angry and hurt. My nation was a shadow of it's former self, living on the scraps others threw to us like a beggar on the street. So when I heard of Hitler, I embraced his ideals. I thought he would bring us a strong Germany again. Not only was he a veteran of the Great War, but he was so young! And he wasn't a nobleman or captain of industry like those other fat pigs. He made us believe that any man could do anything. How young and stupid we were, how foolish to fall for his promises. It just goes to show how dangerous the wrong man at the right time with the right words can be. I joined the party as soon as I could, and when he came to power I was sure our dark days were over. Little did I know that the sun hadn't even started setting yet.