From the Journal of Kurt Tödlich

[Missing Name]

Yes, yet another member has decided to try his hand at writing sub stories.
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September 25, 1939.
Tödlich. It's a name fitting for the path I have chosen, yet none of the family knows who was the first Tödlich. Was it a warrior or hunter generations ago? A cheesemaker? We might never learn.

I had shown great potential with a Type II in training, but the lack of secondary armament worried me. I mentioned this to Admiral Dönitz, and his response was to laugh.

"You'll certainly live up to your name!" He then mentioned he had what I wanted: a Type IX at Wilhelmshaven, whose captain was removed for reasons I couldn't be told. "You have a large deck gun on that, bigger than what we can mount on a Type VII." After some pondering, I decided to go ahead and take command. And all because of one little comment... he must really want someone to take that boat.

September 29, 1939.
I think I found out why the admiral wanted to get rid of this boat so quickly.

By my head in the captain's quarters, someone has scratched a scoreboard of some sort:



After some rumor searching, I found out that three sailors had been crushed when on of the engines was being lowered into the boat. Two were killed when the chain lowering the deck gun down snapped. One was killed after a torpedo slipped and hit him in the head. The original captain got sick the moment he stepped on the boat, and had to be removed.

And the one point for us sailors? We got the damn thing in the water.

I only got the boat because all the other commanders thought it was cursed. This bodes well for my career.