So there we were...

[Steelkilt]

Silversides 7000 yards outside Guam it's 0300 Pearl time. Happily plinking freighters with radar and the TDC spread adjustment on the attack chart. I use updates ON (giving me the feeling that I actually have a plotting party), but, that's another thread.
"Submarine sighted brg 349 long range"...oh really?...Lining him up I'm thinking, "This is what good dreams are made of, or somthing like that".
"Open tube 7". "Gyro laid in, skipper, depth set 8 feet." "FIRE." "Torpedo in the water"...
I just had to see this so I put the external alee of the torpedo approach. After awhile here comes the white trail of this little sub's (it's a mini,with two fish looking out the bow) destiny. WHANG!...right in the breadbasket.
The damn thing bounced right to the harbour mud, cartwheeled and rolled around in the rocks...and...bobbed right back to the surface like a cork...not a scratch!..."WHAT?"
"Open tube 8, Skipper?"..."Nah"..."Ahead full, second star on the left." "Did you ever, Fred?" "No, Skipper, never. Prolly will again,though." "Yup, prolly will...whatever."...SK