The End of Kapt. z. s. Ziepel

Stealth Hunter · 11-25-07, 03:35 AM

A few minutes ago, I was playing a campaign on April 12, 1945 aboard an XXI U-boat under the career of Kpt. z. s. Heinz Freiderich Ziepel. Unfortunately, after racking up over 3,000,000 tons, he's perished at sea.

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APRIL 10, 1945

TIME ---------------- EVENT

*(0830 Hours) U-634 leaves the Reich's naval base at Narvik, Norway
*(1101 Hours) Contact! Moving away; slow speed; long range!
*(1307 Hours) Lunch in the bow quarters
*(2020 Hours) Dinner in the bow quarters
*(2100 Hours) Rig for red

APRIL 11, 1945

*(0647 Hours) Radio Message Received! [see below this entry for details]

[U-1020 reports sonar contact with major convoy -North of Cherbourg-; requests assistance]

*(0700 Hours) New navigational course plotted for appropriate action in response to radio message received from U-1020
*(0745 Hours) Breakfast in the bow quarters
*(1200 Hours) Lunch in the bow quarters
*(2000 Hours) Dinner in the bow quarters
*(2144 Hours) Message from BdU confirms convoy -North of Cherbourg-; all units within 200 miles of zone ordered to respond to the convoy
*(2150 Hours) Speed, course, and ships within convoy estimated by Herr Ziepel

APRIL 12, 1945

*(0531 Hours) Convoy position empty; nothing in sight
*(0549 Hours) Enemy fleet of battleships and destroyers sighted! American forces!

In the next few moments, I ordered an immediate dive to periscope depth, the torpedo tubes 1-4 of 6 to be opened, and for all available crewmen to take up a job aboard the vessel wherever one may be open. The destroyers converge on me first. They spit down their depth charges on us.

BANG! BOOM! CRACK!

The sub rocks back and forth. Crewmen seem to flail about. Only one is injured, but it's only a broken wrist. In action he finds most appropriate for the situation, Ziepel orders a sick/medical area for the wounded and dead to be set up in the bow quarters. All other stations are filled to the max. Everyone who is NOT injured and is waiting in the bow/stern quarters areas is sent to the damage control team.

CRACK! BANG! BOOM!

More explosions. No one is injured. It seems those bastardly contraptions that fling explosive charges into the sea dozens of meters away are going to work. No damage, not even a simple rock of the boat. Ziepel gives them the slip by cutting the engines to "AHEAD SLOW" and taking the boat down to a depth of 75 meters. A single destroyer comes back for one more attack run.

BOOM! CRACK! BANG!

Running along at 75 meters, Ziepel cuts the engines to nothing. He sputters them on and off from fast, to standard, to off, to slow over and over again. It seems that the enemies above have taken the bait. The enemy, it turns out, has been pinging them, but they believe him to be dead. In fact, he is waiting for their foolish minds to drive them away from him.

. . .SILENCE. . .

They've gone. Ziepel moves back up to periscope depth. He surveys the enemy moving about. They think him dead. He re-opens tubes 1-4 of 6, and he locks an acoustic torpedo onto an enemy battleship. He cuts his engines, again, to nothing.

"FIRE!"

The torpedo streams out at a fast pace. The battleship doesn't see it. Ziepel has been wise in setting the depth for 10 meters. The bubbles don't show as easily. He waits, he counts the seconds on his pocket watch.

. . .SILENCE. . .

Nothing. No boom, no bang, no nothing. He thinks that perhaps the torpedo has proved to be a dud, or has completely missed. The destroyers turn back round to finish their job.

KRAAAACK!

A HUGE explosion rips the Iowa battleship to pieces. It appears that it came in from the side, not into the rear. That torpedo has struck home in the engine room, and it's set a huge chain reaction off. Screams and shrieks from the ship tearing itself apart echo throughout the early morning breeze. A destroyer near by is hit with debris.

KABOOOOM!

Another ship founders. The destroyer has ripped itself apart. Flaming debris ignited something inside, and it seems all is well.

SSSSSCCCCRAAAPE----------

A destroyer comes up and rams Ziepel's bow. Sea water pours in, and it seems that they're doomed. Depth charges are dropped, and one hits the radio/sonar room. The radio operator is instantly killed, but the sonar man is severely wounded; not dead, though. The damage control team tackles the flooding in the bow quarters. It's fairly bad. The wounded sonar man is taken to the medic in the flooding room, and he's laid out in a cot. He's taken a bad hit to the chest, but he might survive.

"AAALLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMM MMMMMMM!!!!!!"

CRASH DIVE! Ziepel runs to the control room and orders this emergency maneuver. He's got to get away from these bastards. In his own arrogance and underestimation of the enemy, he did not see his quarry behind him. The sub moves down quickly. She levels out at 95 meters, but that's due to the flood water that's sitting in the bow quarters. The damage team has at least gotten the tear patched up, but the water must be pumped out.

BOOOOOOOM. BOOOOM..! BOOOM...! BOOM....!

Depth charges explode all around the vessel. Ziepel's engines are knocked out. His periscope is destroyed, and his sonar is ravaged. He's now blind, deaf, AND paralyzed. One more charge floats down and BOOM! The conning tower suffers severe damage. It's been destroyed, along with the radio antenna.

Dumb.

Blind, deaf, dumb, and paralyzed. The situation is incredibly bad. All this in an hour and a half. He's got several options: blow the ballast tanks and surrender OR blow ballast and make a last, but definitely fatal, stand.

"Blowing Main Ballast!"

In this process, Ziepel glances over at the depth gauge. It's at 176 meters. "Must have gotten that from the flooding," he remarks. Slowly, slowly the sub works its way towards the surface, a meter a second. Ziepel runs up to Leutnant Matthias, and orders him to load one tube with another acoustic torpedo. All others have acoustics loaded and ready in them already.

The depth gauge reads that he's going to surface in 20 seconds. He climbs up into the conning tower with a white flag, ready to surrender. As the XXI reaches the surface, he opens up the hatch and waves the flag wildly.

. . .SILENCE. . .

The American ships don't fire. Within minutes, they surround his vessel. Ziepel speaks English quite well, and he understands it, too. After a discussion with the main fleet commander, they reach an agreement: Ziepel is to be escorted to England along with his U-boat. Two destroyers shall be positioned with their guns fixed on him from his left and right sides. They'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid... so they think...

The helmsman keeps along with the main Nevada battleship. Ziepel is in his cabin, dressing in his white uniform, medals and all. He's shaven his stubble, and cleaned himself up. This is his finest hour.

He heads back into the control room. The situation is explained, and so is his plan. The crew scurries up the ladder. On their way, Matthias opens all the torpedo tubes. The crew assembles on deck. The American destroyers fix their guns on the ship, in suspicion. They call out to them, "What are you doing? Go below, and DO NOT come up again!" The crew does not respond. Suddenly, the sub stops, as do the destroyers.

Six trails of bubbles can be seen in the water. Two of them slam into the Nevada battleship, blowing it to pieces. The others find their marks in destroyers ahead of the Nevada. The two destroyers on the left and right sides of U-634 open fire. The crew of the sub dive into the sea, swimming to the destroyers. Ziepel sits below, in his cabin just beside the radio and sonar rooms. He places a record down on the gramophone, and it plays away. He follows along with Van Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Shells from the parallel destroyers rip into the aft section of Ziepels sub. They cease fire, and the damage is done. XXI U-634 and Herr Ziepel are condemned to be no more. He makes no effort to save himself from the flooding submarine.

Ziepel pulls out a bottle of champagne from below his bunk. He drinks about a third of it, and he continues to follow along with the music. His depth should be about 95 meters below the surface at the moment. Water pours into his cabin, and it reaches his ankles in seconds. His depth is increasing, as is the flood water. It's nearing his knees. Slowly, the walls buckle inwards, and the sub continues on it's long journey into the deep.

. . .SILENT IS THE HUNTER. . .

U49 · 11-25-07, 03:45 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Stealth Hunter

A few minutes ago, I was playing a campaign on April 12, 1945 aboard an XXI U-boat under the career of Kpt. z. s. Heinz Freiderich Ziepel. Unfortunately, after racking up over 3,000,000 tons, he's perished at sea.

All hands attention!
Lower flagg,
hats off
a minute off silence for a comrade
salute.... fire ...
hats on
raise flagg
all hands dismissed

Kipparikalle · 11-25-07, 03:58 AM

Stealth Hunter · 11-25-07, 04:18 AM

82% difficulty, tons of renown, a top-of-the-line sub, Knight's Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, and a cool get-up: all gone.

KAPITAN Z. S.

Heinz Freiderich Ziepel

March 25, 1910
April 12, 1945

U49 · 11-25-07, 04:51 AM

Didn't he had a son?

Lt. Ziepel onboard a small Typ IIb in Sep'39 GMX2.0 ???

Or was that his younger brother?

:rotfl:

Stealth Hunter · 11-25-07, 06:31 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by U49

Didn't he had a son?

Lt. Ziepel onboard a small Typ IIb in Sep'39 GMX2.0 ???

Or was that his younger brother?

:rotfl:

Brother.

Stealth Hunter · 11-26-07, 11:16 PM

Jonathan · 11-27-07, 12:30 AM

"Here rests in honored glory a soldier known only to God."

This is what is written on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

So shall it be written for the Kapitain who gave his life in service of his country.

/salute

Stealth Hunter · 11-27-07, 12:35 AM

Ignore the times listed on them. My in-game clock is screwy, but that comes from modify a couple of files for weather (mucked a couple others up in the process).

Jonathan · 11-27-07, 12:48 AM

The old girl...she took all that she could and gave so much more. Besides a birth in a Kiel, there is no more fitting a final resting place than the bottom of the sea.

Stealth Hunter · 11-27-07, 05:13 PM

Yeah, it was pretty much definite that I would be raped.

Stealth Hunter · 11-28-07, 06:34 PM

The sad thing is: I never took down a Hawker Hurricane.

Stealth Hunter · 11-29-07, 10:36 PM

I need to upload a couple more screenshots I got from his final moments. I'm afraid of going over my Photobucket bandwidth, though, lol.

ChrisG2100 · 11-29-07, 11:53 PM

Those of U-53 shall remember Kapt. z. s. Ziepal.

11-30-07, 12:16 AM

You fought hard as you were meant to, you used the tactics you knew, you died a Kaleun. You show these other Kaleun's how it's done and how you die. Yet still you will be remembered in history Herr Z. S. Ziepel!

- "When you die, there is nothing, no afterlife but I wish for it.....you're just gone."

I keep thinking that thought, when I die I don't want it to be "just gone" but it terrorizes me. When you're gone your just gone..but..I guess that's the way it is. I think it everyday, hoping there will be an afterlife for all of us. Everyone has a different beleif, when that day comes it fades. Wish I could live as a kid forever....

11-25-07, 03:35 AM	#1
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	The End of Kapt. z. s. Ziepel A few minutes ago, I was playing a campaign on April 12, 1945 aboard an XXI U-boat under the career of Kpt. z. s. Heinz Freiderich Ziepel. Unfortunately, after racking up over 3,000,000 tons, he's perished at sea. __________________________________________________ _________________ APRIL 10, 1945 TIME ---------------- EVENT (0830 Hours) U-634 leaves the Reich's naval base at Narvik, Norway (1101 Hours) Contact! Moving away; slow speed; long range! (1307 Hours) Lunch in the bow quarters (2020 Hours) Dinner in the bow quarters (2100 Hours) Rig for red APRIL 11, 1945* (0647 Hours)* Radio Message Received! [see below this entry for details] [U-1020 reports sonar contact with major convoy -North of Cherbourg-; requests assistance] (0700 Hours)* New navigational course plotted for appropriate action in response to radio message received from U-1020 (0745 Hours)* Breakfast in the bow quarters (1200 Hours)* Lunch in the bow quarters (2000 Hours)* Dinner in the bow quarters (2144 Hours) Message from BdU confirms convoy -North of Cherbourg-; all units within 200 miles of zone ordered to respond to the convoy (2150 *Hours)* Speed, course, and ships within convoy estimated by Herr Ziepel APRIL 12, 1945 (0531 Hours) Convoy position empty; nothing in sight (0549 Hours) Enemy fleet of battleships and destroyers sighted! American forces! In the next few moments, I ordered an immediate dive to periscope depth, the torpedo tubes 1-4 of 6 to be opened, and for all available crewmen to take up a job aboard the vessel wherever one may be open. The destroyers converge on me first. They spit down their depth charges on us. BANG! BOOM! CRACK! The sub rocks back and forth. Crewmen seem to flail about. Only one is injured, but it's only a broken wrist. In action he finds most appropriate for the situation, Ziepel orders a sick/medical area for the wounded and dead to be set up in the bow quarters. All other stations are filled to the max. Everyone who is NOT injured and is waiting in the bow/stern quarters areas is sent to the damage control team. CRACK! BANG! BOOM! More explosions. No one is injured. It seems those bastardly contraptions that fling explosive charges into the sea dozens of meters away are going to work. No damage, not even a simple rock of the boat. Ziepel gives them the slip by cutting the engines to "AHEAD SLOW" and taking the boat down to a depth of 75 meters. A single destroyer comes back for one more attack run. BOOM! CRACK! BANG! Running along at 75 meters, Ziepel cuts the engines to nothing. He sputters them on and off from fast, to standard, to off, to slow over and over again. It seems that the enemies above have taken the bait. The enemy, it turns out, has been pinging them, but they believe him to be dead. In fact, he is waiting for their foolish minds to drive them away from him. . . .SILENCE. . . They've gone. Ziepel moves back up to periscope depth. He surveys the enemy moving about. They think him dead. He re-opens tubes 1-4 of 6, and he locks an acoustic torpedo onto an enemy battleship. He cuts his engines, again, to nothing. "FIRE!" The torpedo streams out at a fast pace. The battleship doesn't see it. Ziepel has been wise in setting the depth for 10 meters. The bubbles don't show as easily. He waits, he counts the seconds on his pocket watch. . . .SILENCE. . . Nothing. No boom, no bang, no nothing. He thinks that perhaps the torpedo has proved to be a dud, or has completely missed. The destroyers turn back round to finish their job. KRAAAACK! A HUGE explosion rips the Iowa battleship to pieces. It appears that it came in from the side, not into the rear. That torpedo has struck home in the engine room, and it's set a huge chain reaction off. Screams and shrieks from the ship tearing itself apart echo throughout the early morning breeze. A destroyer near by is hit with debris. KABOOOOM! Another ship founders. The destroyer has ripped itself apart. Flaming debris ignited something inside, and it seems all is well. SSSSSCCCCRAAAPE---------- A destroyer comes up and rams Ziepel's bow. Sea water pours in, and it seems that they're doomed. Depth charges are dropped, and one hits the radio/sonar room. The radio operator is instantly killed, but the sonar man is severely wounded; not dead, though. The damage control team tackles the flooding in the bow quarters. It's fairly bad. The wounded sonar man is taken to the medic in the flooding room, and he's laid out in a cot. He's taken a bad hit to the chest, but he might survive. "AAALLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMM MMMMMMM!!!!!!" CRASH DIVE! Ziepel runs to the control room and orders this emergency maneuver. He's got to get away from these bastards. In his own arrogance and underestimation of the enemy, he did not see his quarry behind him. The sub moves down quickly. She levels out at 95 meters, but that's due to the flood water that's sitting in the bow quarters. The damage team has at least gotten the tear patched up, but the water must be pumped out. BOOOOOOOM. BOOOOM..! BOOOM...! BOOM....! Depth charges explode all around the vessel. Ziepel's engines are knocked out. His periscope is destroyed, and his sonar is ravaged. He's now blind, deaf, AND paralyzed. One more charge floats down and BOOM! The conning tower suffers severe damage. It's been destroyed, along with the radio antenna. Dumb. Blind, deaf, dumb, and paralyzed. The situation is incredibly bad. All this in an hour and a half. He's got several options: blow the ballast tanks and surrender OR blow ballast and make a last, but definitely fatal, stand. "Blowing Main Ballast!" In this process, Ziepel glances over at the depth gauge. It's at 176 meters. "Must have gotten that from the flooding," he remarks. Slowly, slowly the sub works its way towards the surface, a meter a second. Ziepel runs up to Leutnant Matthias, and orders him to load one tube with another acoustic torpedo. All others have acoustics loaded and ready in them already. The depth gauge reads that he's going to surface in 20 seconds. He climbs up into the conning tower with a white flag, ready to surrender. As the XXI reaches the surface, he opens up the hatch and waves the flag wildly. . . .SILENCE. . . The American ships don't fire. Within minutes, they surround his vessel. Ziepel speaks English quite well, and he understands it, too. After a discussion with the main fleet commander, they reach an agreement: Ziepel is to be escorted to England along with his U-boat. Two destroyers shall be positioned with their guns fixed on him from his left and right sides. They'll make sure he doesn't do anything stupid... so they think... The helmsman keeps along with the main Nevada battleship. Ziepel is in his cabin, dressing in his white uniform, medals and all. He's shaven his stubble, and cleaned himself up. This is his finest hour. He heads back into the control room. The situation is explained, and so is his plan. The crew scurries up the ladder. On their way, Matthias opens all the torpedo tubes. The crew assembles on deck. The American destroyers fix their guns on the ship, in suspicion. They call out to them, "What are you doing? Go below, and DO NOT come up again!" The crew does not respond. Suddenly, the sub stops, as do the destroyers. Six trails of bubbles can be seen in the water. Two of them slam into the Nevada battleship, blowing it to pieces. The others find their marks in destroyers ahead of the Nevada. The two destroyers on the left and right sides of U-634 open fire. The crew of the sub dive into the sea, swimming to the destroyers. Ziepel sits below, in his cabin just beside the radio and sonar rooms. He places a record down on the gramophone, and it plays away. He follows along with Van Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Shells from the parallel destroyers rip into the aft section of Ziepels sub. They cease fire, and the damage is done. XXI U-634 and Herr Ziepel are condemned to be no more. He makes no effort to save himself from the flooding submarine. Ziepel pulls out a bottle of champagne from below his bunk. He drinks about a third of it, and he continues to follow along with the music. His depth should be about 95 meters below the surface at the moment. Water pours into his cabin, and it reaches his ankles in seconds. His depth is increasing, as is the flood water. It's nearing his knees. Slowly, the walls buckle inwards, and the sub continues on it's long journey into the deep. . . .SILENT IS THE HUNTER. . .

11-25-07, 04:51 AM	#5
U49 Grey Wolf Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: D/Niedersachsen Posts: 777 Downloads: 0 Uploads: 0	Didn't he had a son? Lt. Ziepel onboard a small Typ IIb in Sep'39 GMX2.0 ??? Or was that his younger brother? :rotfl: __________________ SH3 battle capability upgrades: GWX2.0, JSGME2.0, SH3Commander 2.7, SH3Gen 0.8.2, TorpDamageMod 2.0, OLC GUI 1.1.5 Awaiting combat readiness for GWX2.0: SH4 effetcs for SH3, SH3Weather 1.5 Following development of: www.subwolves.com Realism: 90%

11-26-07, 11:16 PM	#7
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	Screenshots

11-27-07, 12:35 AM	#9
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	Final Screenshots Ignore the times listed on them. My in-game clock is screwy, but that comes from modify a couple of files for weather (mucked a couple others up in the process).

11-29-07, 11:53 PM	#14
ChrisG2100 Shore leave Join Date: Apr 2007 Posts: 70 Downloads: 29 Uploads: 0	Those of U-53 shall remember Kapt. z. s. Ziepal. __________________ GWX 1.03 SH3 Commander 2.7 100% Realism w/MoBo v1.0 - Except for (External View) It's just too good U-48, Type VIIB, 1nd Patrol 8th Patrol Overall Now sending reports to operationspinnennetz.isaf.us

11-25-07, 03:58 AM	#3
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11-25-07, 04:18 AM	#4
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	82% difficulty, tons of renown, a top-of-the-line sub, Knight's Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, and a cool get-up: all gone. KAPITAN Z. S. Heinz Freiderich Ziepel March 25, 1910 April 12, 1945

11-27-07, 12:30 AM	#8
Jonathan 中国水兵 Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Edmond, OK Posts: 285 Downloads: 5 Uploads: 0	"Here rests in honored glory a soldier known only to God." This is what is written on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. So shall it be written for the Kapitain who gave his life in service of his country. /salute

11-27-07, 12:48 AM	#10
Jonathan 中国水兵 Join Date: Nov 2007 Location: Edmond, OK Posts: 285 Downloads: 5 Uploads: 0	The old girl...she took all that she could and gave so much more. Besides a birth in a Kiel, there is no more fitting a final resting place than the bottom of the sea.

11-27-07, 05:13 PM	#11
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	Yeah, it was pretty much definite that I would be raped.

11-28-07, 06:34 PM	#12
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	The sad thing is: I never took down a Hawker Hurricane.

11-29-07, 10:36 PM	#13
Stealth Hunter Silent Hunter Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Y'ha-Nthlei Posts: 4,262 Downloads: 19 Uploads: 0	I need to upload a couple more screenshots I got from his final moments. I'm afraid of going over my Photobucket bandwidth, though, lol.

11-30-07, 12:16 AM	#15
AdlerGrosmann Stowaway Posts: n/a Downloads: Uploads:	You fought hard as you were meant to, you used the tactics you knew, you died a Kaleun. You show these other Kaleun's how it's done and how you die. Yet still you will be remembered in history Herr Z. S. Ziepel! - "When you die, there is nothing, no afterlife but I wish for it.....you're just gone." I keep thinking that thought, when I die I don't want it to be "just gone" but it terrorizes me. When you're gone your just gone..but..I guess that's the way it is. I think it everyday, hoping there will be an afterlife for all of us. Everyone has a different beleif, when that day comes it fades. Wish I could live as a kid forever....