The end of the U-300

dsvet91 · 02-18-07, 05:33 PM

Lieutenant Sr. Erich Hoffman and U-300 surrendered to the Allies on 12OCT44. Erich Hoffman was sent to a POW camp in Scotland where he spent the rest of the war. After the war Erich Hoffman spent more then a year in Allied captivity. From 1947 to 1951 he was commissioned by the Royal Navy to write a history of the U-boat war. He died on 4 April 1968 in Bochum-Laer.

So ends the career of the U-300. Patrols in '44 are a nightmare of DD's and aircraft, thank god for my snorkel as I stayed submerged 95% of the time.

I managed to sink 80685 grt in 3 patrols (73572 merchants/7113 warships) and win the Knights Cross, not to bad for 1944.

Ran into a convoy on the surface during a rain squall and got jumped by 6 DD's which resulted in a mealstorm of DC'S and hedgehogs, sonor pinging from every direction. Patrolling in '44 at 100% realism is not for the faint of heart.

Now to start a new career in '44 and see if I can survive to the end of the war.

02-18-07, 05:33 PM	#1
dsvet91 Swabbie Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 14 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	The end of the U-300 Lieutenant Sr. Erich Hoffman and U-300 surrendered to the Allies on 12OCT44. Erich Hoffman was sent to a POW camp in Scotland where he spent the rest of the war. After the war Erich Hoffman spent more then a year in Allied captivity. From 1947 to 1951 he was commissioned by the Royal Navy to write a history of the U-boat war. He died on 4 April 1968 in Bochum-Laer. So ends the career of the U-300. Patrols in '44 are a nightmare of DD's and aircraft, thank god for my snorkel as I stayed submerged 95% of the time. I managed to sink 80685 grt in 3 patrols (73572 merchants/7113 warships) and win the Knights Cross, not to bad for 1944. Ran into a convoy on the surface during a rain squall and got jumped by 6 DD's which resulted in a mealstorm of DC'S and hedgehogs, sonor pinging from every direction. Patrolling in '44 at 100% realism is not for the faint of heart. Now to start a new career in '44 and see if I can survive to the end of the war. __________________ The convoy lights are dead ahead The merchantmen lay in their bed The thump of diesels hammers down In the oily sea-the killing ground His knuckles white his eyes alight He slams the hatch on the deadly night A cunning fox in the chickens lair A hound of hell and the devil don't care