What a terrible way to go...

cawimmer430 · 04-23-10, 01:57 PM

The year is mid 1942. I'm leaving St. Nazaire in my IXC for a new patrol. About 300 km northwest of St. Nazaire I catch a small merchant on the surface - in good weather. I fire from a distance of 3 km at it with my deck gun.

Suddenly, my spotter announces an incoming A/C. It's a lone Sunderland. The merchant is almost sunk, so I order my FLAK crew to the guns.

They shoot down the Sunderland. Problem solved - or so I thought.

The Sunderland crashes directly into my deck gun and crew. The guys there were killed instantly. Watch tower fully destroyed with the spotter, all FLAK crew killed, heavy damage and flooding in the forward compartment (all crew members there dead), radio and sonar crew dead. My damage control team didn't have a chance to fix anything. My boat was gone.

What a way to end a successful career.

04-23-10, 01:57 PM	#1
cawimmer430 Torpedoman Join Date: Jul 2009 Posts: 114 Downloads: 3 Uploads: 0	What a terrible way to go... The year is mid 1942. I'm leaving St. Nazaire in my IXC for a new patrol. About 300 km northwest of St. Nazaire I catch a small merchant on the surface - in good weather. I fire from a distance of 3 km at it with my deck gun. Suddenly, my spotter announces an incoming A/C. It's a lone Sunderland. The merchant is almost sunk, so I order my FLAK crew to the guns. They shoot down the Sunderland. Problem solved - or so I thought. The Sunderland crashes directly into my deck gun and crew. The guys there were killed instantly. Watch tower fully destroyed with the spotter, all FLAK crew killed, heavy damage and flooding in the forward compartment (all crew members there dead), radio and sonar crew dead. My damage control team didn't have a chance to fix anything. My boat was gone. What a way to end a successful career.