3RD Patrol (BALZ)

[Brag]

One did not need the hydrophone to hear the engines of a destroyer- With all the repair noise we were easy to find. U-45 was at 40 meters when the first depth charges began exploding.

"We've got the green banana," Bernard said. For once he was right.
"Rubbish. It is a poetic moment before we present ourselves for the parade in Valhalla." Balz adjusted his yellow duckie tea cozy.
The destroyer was coming for another pass, its screws accelerating.
"This is my latest inspirational poem." Balz climbed on top of the chart box. "The destroyer on top, dropped charges, plop, plop, plop.
As they descended into the ocean gloom, their plop turned into kaboom. How´s that for heroic poetry?"
His voice was drowned by the crash of explosions and broken glass. The Englanders had us bracketed. Our boat was sinking out of control.
"Seventy meters," the Chief'said in an unusually strained manner.
"We've got the green banana," Bernard repeated.
The noise coming from the engine room was enough to attract every destroyer in the Royal Navy and every depth charge salvo caused more damage. The only relief was the thought that death in a submarine is swift. When the hull is crushed the pressure heats up the atmosphere to two thousand degrees and everyone is incinerated in a fraction of a second.

[frau kaleun]

Originally Posted by Brag

When the hull is crushed the pressure heats up the atmosphere to two thousand degrees and everyone is incinerated in a fraction of a second.

Yer prolly gonna wanna put some Bactine on that.

[Brag]

Originally Posted by frau kaleun

Yer prolly gonna wanna put some Bactine on that.

Good call, Frausie. I´ll check the first aid box.

[papa_smurf]

Sounds like its brown trousers all the way.....

[Gerald]

follow apparently Balz & Company,but it is a promising continuation

[Pisces]

Quick, Jimbuna!!! Find us an image of a pressure-hull tea cozy before it is too late.

[Brag]

Looking like something the cat brought home, the chief entered the Zentralle. " Herr Kaleun, leaks are fixed, electric motors are on line, defective batteries isolated. We can fix the port diesel later."
"Very well. Give the repair crew a couple of beers to share. Now that that we are fixed we'll be able to give Tommy the dodge."
"We're not fixed we are in a fix," said Bernard.
"We are fixed enough to get out of the fix," Balz answered.
"How can we get out of a fix by being fixed? Bernard tapped his temple with his finger.
"It´s the fixe hoochie. We fix the boat and we fix ourselves out of the fix we are in by fixing our way out of the fix we were in by fixing our way out of the fix."
"But the ba ba ba basserbomben."

"Observe how the great master of submerged warfare hoochie woochiewinks Royal Navy Tommie." Balz assumed a heroic pose. "soundman, keep reporting relative bearing of that destroyer coming for us."
"See, the bearing is steady. This means he will go right on top of us."
"Ja, we´re going to die," Bernard said.
A ship rumbled overhead.
"Wasserbomben." The soundman reported.
"Rudder midships, ahead flank together." Balz turned his duckie tea cozy to face backwards.
The U-boat accelerated to seven knots.
Like the base drums of of an infernal concert hall, a large barrage of depth charges exploded some distance from us.
We returned to silent running.
Each bombing pass the enemy made was further off the mark.
Balz returned his duck tea cozy to facing forward. Taking the cue from their captain, the personnel in the Zentralle twirled silently. This time we have survived.

[Gerald]

or tea,there are probably some great mix But They Are one move,it is important

[Sailor Steve]

We're all so glad you fixed your computer.

Except maybe Schmenk. Isn't he kind of young to have his hair graying like that?