Das Boot

Egan · 06-03-06, 12:12 PM

Actually, my most Das Boot moment in subsims came not in Sh3 but in AOTD.

I got orders to patrol the western aproaches in my little 11A and off I went, hitting a convoy in bound for the Irish sea on my second day out. Well, those escorts saw me coming from a long ways out so down I went only to receive the mother of all depth chargings. I had dived so quick i hit the seabed at about 90 meters and lay there, badly damaged, as they hovered above throwing down more ash-cans. I tried to blow the air reserves in the ballast tanks but nothing happened - nothing at all. I got the men working on all the repairs they could do from inside the boat just to keep them busy until the air ran out and just waited until they escorts cleared off, which they did after about 40 minutes. I guess they thought i was a gonner. At this point so did I.

After 12 hours all the repairs we could do were done and, out of hope more than anything else, i tried venting the ballast tanks again. Now, I don't know whether I pressed the wrong button the first time or over the hours we spent below we fixed something vital, but this time there was a welcome hiss and - slowly - we began to rise.

I gave a little cheer but with both our periscope and hydrophones out we were rising blind with no idea what was up there. We broke the surface just after dawn on a beautiful and misty spring morning and after a few seconds giving thanks to whatever deity had got us through the night I gave orders to get us the hell outa dodge and limp home to base....

I know how the Old man felt after the misery of Gibralter. great film. The TV series is even better.

06-03-06, 12:12 PM	#8
Egan Admiral Join Date: Sep 2001 Posts: 2,020 Downloads: 15 Uploads: 0	Actually, my most Das Boot moment in subsims came not in Sh3 but in AOTD. I got orders to patrol the western aproaches in my little 11A and off I went, hitting a convoy in bound for the Irish sea on my second day out. Well, those escorts saw me coming from a long ways out so down I went only to receive the mother of all depth chargings. I had dived so quick i hit the seabed at about 90 meters and lay there, badly damaged, as they hovered above throwing down more ash-cans. I tried to blow the air reserves in the ballast tanks but nothing happened - nothing at all. I got the men working on all the repairs they could do from inside the boat just to keep them busy until the air ran out and just waited until they escorts cleared off, which they did after about 40 minutes. I guess they thought i was a gonner. At this point so did I. After 12 hours all the repairs we could do were done and, out of hope more than anything else, i tried venting the ballast tanks again. Now, I don't know whether I pressed the wrong button the first time or over the hours we spent below we fixed something vital, but this time there was a welcome hiss and - slowly - we began to rise. I gave a little cheer but with both our periscope and hydrophones out we were rising blind with no idea what was up there. We broke the surface just after dawn on a beautiful and misty spring morning and after a few seconds giving thanks to whatever deity had got us through the night I gave orders to get us the hell outa dodge and limp home to base.... I know how the Old man felt after the misery of Gibralter. great film. The TV series is even better.