Maybe my sonarman was suicidal?

[fenian]

Leave Lorient in good weather, and three days enroute lousy weather high seas, rain pure muck. No sense beating up the boys so dive down get a little rest and a hot meal in them. The wardroom cook does a bang up job some French dish he must have learned from that baker's wife he has been banging. Her husband say's he ran off but we know he is in a POW camp. So feeling good still lousy up top down to 16m. Put some platters on the grammaphone nothing better than Charlie and his Orchrastra and some good Kriegsmarine chourus to kill time. When suddenly "we have been detected sir" and pinging all over...... No sense to stay put off goes the tunes, deeper I yell and run for the sonar room. The lousy SOB is tearfully staring some boob job he saw while downloading the newest codes! Damm Adult Friend Finder! and Terrapin! silent speed hard port while depth charges come down as in space can anyone hear you scream as the hull implodes............