U-Boot stories

[Gizzmoe]

New! The Outsider

The Italian Squadron

U-46 puts to sea again

Marlena Hessler Story

Operation Rheinübung - U-64 saves the Bismarck

U-66

Hechler's war

[WilhelmSchulz.]

Here is a Story seires from UBI. It is still Going on. This link is the latest but there are links to all the other Noob Patrol stories. YEET!!!

http://forums.ubi.com/eve/forums/a/t...3/m/5181005694

[Kresge]

Laughing Swordfish's U-46 story has inspired me to start a blog now that I have time to return to SHIII. For now it is more of a log of my in-game patrols, but I recently began blogging to brush up on my writing skills; long since diminished after college and working in a hardware store. I hope, with time, to rise to the level of LaughingSwordfish!


I hope you enjoy the adventures of Jurgen Trompetespieler:
http://trompetespieler.blogspot.com/

[bookworm_020]

Could we get a copy of the winning Subsim story's posted. At least the ones they are not listed above.

[S Rafty]

Originally Posted by Kresge

Laughing Swordfish's U-46 story has inspired me to start a blog now that I have time to return to SHIII. For now it is more of a log of my in-game patrols, but I recently began blogging to brush up on my writing skills; long since diminished after college and working in a hardware store. I hope, with time, to rise to the level of LaughingSwordfish!


I hope you enjoy the adventures of Jurgen Trompetespieler:
http://trompetespieler.blogspot.com/

Amen...Same thing. After college and the McDs lol. My mind..rotted! Will never finish my novel. lol!

[Kriegsmarinesalior1942]

I leave the Sub pen at brest at 2300 hours heading for the Grand Banks. The boat is running well at 2/3 when the bridge crew spots a V and W destroyer berring down on us . I order Crashdive and hear the Xos shout of Alarm of the closing of hatches. Yet i am a dumkoff! i have dove with only 15 meters under my kiel. the crew braces for impact as our VIIC hits the bottom destroying tubes 3,4. I curse loudly and cut the engines. soon we have flooding through the bow compartments. Yet we can not fix the problum because of the now lurking v&w pack above us. We creep along at ahead slow for 1 hour before losing the brits thank god for decoys!. We surface and make repairs. We head north at ahead flank when we spot a c3 operating alone. we surface and manover around the freighter firing our 88' at her keel. We finally send her to the bottom when the sound of aircraft reach our ears. there is no time to dive and we are to shallow to even think of it. The gunners man there stations and continuosly pump out 20 cm shells aluminating the night with there muzzle flashes. we score one hit and a smoldering B-24 lets of a hiss of steam as its super heated metal hit the atlantic but i suffered the fate of many captans and was destroyed by the 2nd flight of 24's in the next 5 min.

[Lafferty]

Wow this is intresting thanks for posting.

[Brag]

Originally Posted by S Rafty

Amen...Same thing. After college and the McDs lol. My mind..rotted! Will never finish my novel. lol!

Persevere! If you write one page a day, you'll have a novel in a year.

[Checkmate King 2]

While cruising in our 2nd cruise in the U-53 VIIB towards our patrol grid BE31, I decided to take a gamble to check out a "certain port" in England that has been known by the BdU to have a "certain" capital ship docked there in late summer, early fall, in 1939. While attempting to sneak into the harbor, around 07:30, we were able to avoid the 2-3 boats patrolling the main entrance to the south by hugging the shoreline at periscope depth. I picked out a nice spot to wait until dusk, before I made any attempt to raise my scope to see if any ships were in port.

While getting very close to my "waiting area", I received a report that we were receiving damage. Son-of-a-gun!!!; We ran into a submarine net!!! I immediately stopped the boat and sent the damage control party into action. After fixing the minor damage I received, I tried to reverse out of the net. It was no use. We were stuck!!!!!

While trying an emergency reverse, our stern starting to raise, since the bow was hooked to the net. I stopped all engines before the stern broke the surface. Next, I lowered the depth of the boat to as close as I could get to the harbor floor without hitting bottom. I then tried an emergency reverse again and I started to receive more bow damage. I had the repair crew fixing what they could. The noise from trying to get out of the net was getting louder and louder!!!! The boat started to move!!! Finally, we were free from the net but what about the patrol boats? .....Had they heard us?

Nothing!!!! The enemy still does not know we are here!!!! Boy, were we lucky!!!

Was I invincible or foolish? Only time would tell!!!

Since we had not been detected yet, I decided to run parallel to the net and try to find an opening. Lucky for us, we found the end of it less than 100 feet to the west. I continued to press on. We preceded north until we were close to one of the sea walls. I decided to raise my scope, for a quick 360 degree look, to see what was around, and then lowered it. The harbor looks almost deserted!!!! There were 1-2 small ships!!! Where are the big ones!!! I decided to do another quick look. While, scanning the harbor, I saw the same small ships I had seen the first time.........but wait what was that!!!! I spotted the mast and superstructure of a capital ship barely visible due to a dock structure blocking it. I dropped the scope and went in closer for a better look.

There she is!!!!! The HMS Hood still moored in her berth!!!!

I was able to position my U-boat so I could get a bow shot and still have the proper distance for the torpedoes to run. We fired 4 eels and registered 3 hits all in the same location. The Hood started to sink right away. With her resting on the bottom of the harbor sea floor, at her berth, the sea water didn't even touch her decks. After seeing her radar still rotating , I attempted fire another torpedo however, it just bounced off the hull. I decided I was really pushing my luck; time to get out of here!!!
We were successful in exiting the harbor, the same way we came in. Lucky for us, I had remembered to mark the location of the submarine net and its opening on the map and proceeded to exit the area.

About 20 -30 minutes after clearing the nets, I decided to raise the scope to see what the patrol boats were doing. Panic over took my face as I saw an ASW trawler less then 300 feet away and closing right on top off me (hydrophones had picked up nothing). I yelled out for ahead flank, hard to port. The trawler came right over me and dropped 3-4 DC’s. Wham!!! Wham!!! Wham!!! Next, I receive the dreaded news, “Sir we are taking on damage!” I did a quick check on the damage screen; all 4 bow tubes destroyed!!!!

For over an hour we tried to shake off repeated attacks from the trawler with a small PT type torpedo boat covering him. The trawler is slowly ripping my U-boat apart with numerous successful DC attacks in shallow water. Things are getting more and more critical my the minute as our carbon dioxide level is getting high. I need to do something. Do I attempt to surface and try to out run him or do I try to put an eel in him from aft; my single remaining working torpedo tube?

After raising the scope again, I saw that the trawler was all by himself. The PT type boat was not too far away however, I saw the PT boat must have gone to get his sister; there were two of them now heading back in my direction.

I quickly flooded the aft tube as I had gained a lock on the trawler. The seconds are going by as hours!!! I hold out on firing as long as I dare, while trying to put some distance between us. Finally, 425, 450, 460, 470, FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


It wasn’t long before we heard an explosion!!!! The trawler was hit!!!! Within a minute she started to sink stern first. Lucky for us…..the PT boats don’t know where we’re at!!! Maybe we’ll be able to sneak out of here!!!!!

We made it out of the area and back to port with no more excitement.

We were very lucky!!!! The dock workers will be very busy fixing the U-53; We arrived back at home port with our hull integrity at a 52.32% !

From getting untangled from a submarine net to penetrating an enemy harbor in daylight and sinking a big capital ship; It will be a patrol I"ll never forget!!!

once, i was in the open ocean.

there was a problem.......

a destroyer was heading straight for me!!!!!!!

i fired a torpedo!

but then i heard a cool noise!!

cool noises mean cool things!

15 short sunderland search planes all crashed to gether in the sky!

what was more important???

i watched the planes crash and my torpedo hit the boat!

how do you gwx people get 30000 ton patrols???

i can bearly get 10000:lurk

[Ivan Putski]

Oberleutnant z. s. Gerhard Jager U-88

7th Flotilla, St. Nazaire, France

24 April, 1943 18:12 hrs.


My mind races back to regain lost hours, I`m trying to remember clearly the details that have put us here in this time, and place. We are a dead, and dying crew, as I look around I see their faces, some sobbing, some coming to grips with their fate, while others are going mad, unable to mentally cope. I drift back to this morning, and another moment in time......

24 April, 1943 04:21 hrs.

We are traveling surfaced at 7 kts. the sea is calm, and the salt air is a little brisk. Ever since the first of the year the Allied air patrols have picked up, and the ever present Catalina`s, and Sunderlands make it almost impossible to travel surfaced during the day. We were attacked only 150 km off St.Nazaire when we departed on the 13th of this month. The vaunted Luftwaffe offers us little if any protection these days.
The dawn will soon arise, and so will the RN`s flying boats, we will dive shortly, and decrease our speed to 2 kts, spend most of the day at 20 meters, and listen for contacts. I recall in early March we were attacked at night by a Catalina, whose powerful searchlights lit up the U-88 like a "Christmas Tree". What a crash dive that was, below decks food, drink, and anything not secured flew thru the boat, the Brits nearly chalked one up that night. A lesson well learned.

24 April, 1943 04:45 hrs.

"Dive the boat, level off at 20 meters, set speed to 2 kts." We scramble off the bridge, and I make sure the hatch is secured, now I can take a little breather, a moment of rest, perhaps a little sleep. The different smells, and the noises surrounds me, machinery running, creaking of the hull, and the water moving against it, voices speaking in normal tones echo thru the boat. The HD operator is busy now, we are equipted with the latest in sonar, radar, and radar detection devices. Last month we also got engine, and battery upgrades. The old girl even got a long overdue facelift.

24 April, 1943 06:06 hrs.

"Contact Sir, Merchant bearing 003 degrees, moving slow, closing." I`m awakened, told the news, the crew is coming alive. I head for the control room. We are in Grid CG 85, close to Gibraltar, a prime hunting area, although a dangerous one . The Kpt. orders "Periscope Depth." We reach 13 meters and he orders the observation scope raised, a few moments pass, then 4 ships appear at long range. "Down Scope." As he lets the range close, he wants sound updates at 2 minute intervals. I think back to last months slim pickings, we only sank a Small Freighter, in all 35 days out. "Contact Sir, Warship bearing 005, moving slow, closing." The observation scope is ordered up, and at full magnification reveals their type. In the lead is a fat Troop Ship, followed by a Medium Tanker, then a Small Tanker brings up the rear. On their Port side 3 quarters down the trio`s line glides a deadly Black Swan.

The Kpt. moves to the attack scope, and orders silent running, "Up Scope", and final adjustments are made. They are coming on to us closing slowly, unaware of our presence. The Kpts. plan is simple, we`ll target the Medium Tanker first, the Troop Ship next, leaving the Small Tanker unscathed. This will force the Black Swan to hunt for us, or guard the remaing Tanker, and assist the striken ships.

Depth has been set on all four forward eels, the tubes 4 thru 3 are opened. "Up Scope" a slight adjustment to port is made," Fire 4, Fire 3." A four degree turn to port brings us in firing position on the Troop Ship, as doors 2, and 1, are opened. "Fire 2," "Fire 1." The moment of truth, and proof of the pudding is near, as the Kpt. orders "Down Scope, Take her to 150 meters, 10 degree right rudder." The boat glides deeper, as the Helmsman, calls out the depth, and the Hydraphone Operator keeps track of the Black Swan. We pass 52 meters as we hear the first torpedo impact, then another, two hits on the Medium Tanker, it must be a living hell up there. A few moments pass, and another impact followed by yet another. There`s shear panic aboard that Troop Ship now, I feel for those aboard, maybe the Black Swan will call for assistance, and stay with the survivors. The Kpt. orders "Rudder Amidship" as we decend past 100 meters. The Black Swan is making no attemp at locating us, and we hear the ships topside breaking up, explosions, and bulkheads being crushed.

24 April, 1943 07:42 hrs.

It`s been over an hour and a half since we made contact. we are putting some distance between us, and the Black Swan which is still on station picking up some of the stricken vessels crew. The Kpt. secures from silent running, but we will soon have to surface, replinish oxygen, and recharge batteries. This will have to be done quick as possible, there will be no time to load the spare torpedo, I`m certain air patrols will be searching for us, then back to the depths to hide for the day. At 08:00 hrs. the Kpt. orders the boat to periscope depth, the crew is in good spirits, and fresh air entering the boat will do us all good. We reach periscope depth, and the Observation Scope is raised, after a 360 scan, and hydraphone check, the order to suface the boat is given. At 10 kts. we glide across the surface keeping a close watch out for aircraft. The flak crew is at their post in case of unwanted company. After what seems like forever, the batteries are fully charged, and oxygen reserves at 100%. The order is given, "Dive the boat, depth 20 meters, speed 2 kts. continue on present course." As I go below, and make my way to my bunk, I hear the crew talking about our latest victory, there will be much to brag about when we return to base. I will try to rest now, and put this mornings events behind me. We were lucky again, it all comes down to making the right decisions, and carry them out at the right moment. 11:07 hrs. I will sleep now.

24 April, 1943 13:20 hrs.

I`m awakened by a shudder in the boat, we have increased speed, I will head for the control room,to find out whats happening. We`ve had a sound contact, and the Kpt. has brought U-88 to periscope depth. After several minutes no visual is reported, and no further sound contacts are picked up. We reduce speed to 2 kts. An hour passes before we pick up another sound contact " Contact Sir, Merchant bearing 357, medium speed, closing." Looking thru the Observation Scope, she`s a Large Merchant, she`s alone, the Forward torpedo room prepares Tubes 1, and 3, as the Kpt. changes course, to close the distance. We lower the Observation Scope, and wait. The Kpt. raises the Attack Scope, and goes to full magnification, she`s flying the American flag, and in a hurry to go somewhere, he corrects our course a couple degrees, she will cross our "T" at 1000 meters, a classic shot, and perfect AOB. Tubes 1, and 3 are opened, the order to fire 1, and 3 are given, both eels were set to impact, and streak toward the the target. The Attack scope is lowered, and the .seconds tick away. The first torpedo finds it`s mark, but the second is a dud. The Kpt. raises the scope, and starts to setup another shot, a massive explosion rocks the merchant, one after another explosions rip her heart out, a huge pillar of black smoke that can be seen for miles, races skyward. Her rear cargo hold ignites, and the cargo hatch is blown clear of the ship. "She`s going down Sir." The doomed vessel heads to the depths bow first. We leave the area, our course is East toward Gibraltar.

24 April, 1943 16:39 hrs.

In a few hours, it will be dark, we will surface to charge batteries, and load the external torpedo, then turn NNW away from Gibraltar, and the coast line, we will then head for our beloved St. Nazaire. "Contact, merchant bearing 001 degrees, moving slow, closing, long range." "Contact Sir, Warship bearing 003 degrees, slowing, closing, long range." So she has an escort. "Contact Warship bearing 358 degress, medium speed, closing, long range." Two escorts, she must be special, something the Allies need. We must have this prize. The OB scope is raised, and we have our first look at her, she`s a large vessel, with a pair of escorts, too far off to make her out as yet. We will get closer, for a better look. "Down Scope." The minutes drag, as we approach this trio of ships. The HD station has been updating their bearing, and speed. "Up Scope.' The Kpt. has a good visual on her now, she`s an ammunition ship, loaded, low in the water, she appears wounded from a previous engagement. The Kpt. calls for the Ship I.D. and quickly thumbs thru the Warships, every now and then saying no, until That`s it, the escorts are a pair of Buckley Class. We have not encountered the type before, and glean the pages for info.

"Down Scope," and she slides into her armoured housing. We will be able to take out the closest escort, but the other Buckley is on the starboard side of the Ammo Ship. We will setup to fire a single torpedo at the nearest escort, then two into the Ammo Ship. If all goes well, we will secure from silent running, go to max speed, and show our stern to the remaing escort. We have a Fat II loaded in our stern tube, when he closes the range, we`ll fire the "Stinger", and crash dive.

This is madness, but if executed correctly they`ll never know what hit them. We take another look, still on the same course, moving slow, and in range. All the torps have been set, and double checked. "Down Scope." The seconds fly now, as the Kpt. puts our plan into action, no time for screwups. "Up Scope" The first escort is going to be dead meat, "Fire 1" echoes thru the boat , "Fire tubes 3 and 4, max power, hard right rudder, as we secure from silent running, a deaf man could find us now. The first eel slams into the escorts midship, and breaks her back. The others two find their mark, and the Ammo bucks upward, and settles back into the sea. Horrible explosions, and raging fires, doom her. The second Buckley has come alive, an angry Hornet, hellbent for revenge. The U-88 shudders as we complete our turn and put rudders amidship, the Kpt. turns the scope 180 degress, and I note the expression on his face, and a slight smile on his lips. The Buckley is now astern of us, racing like a bat out of hell, she`s at 900 meters when the Kpt. yells "Open Tube 5, Come on you Beautiful S.O.B." The range has closed to 650 meters.

The Kpt. orders "Fire 5, then Crash Dive, take her to 150 meters, 10 degree left rudder," as all the available crew rush forward adding weight to U-88`s bow. To our horror, the Fat II detonates prematurely, we are now in deep crap. We`ve only past 47 meters, when th HD room reports "She`s pinging us Sir." We barely get to Silent Running, as splashes of canned death fall around us. "We`re taking damage Sir." All hell breaks loose, as we take two hits at the forward crew quarters, flooding that section, and isolating the forward torpedo room. Worse the explosions have killed both the radio, and hydraphone operators, and destroyed the Kpts. cabin. We are blind, and wounded, no need to run silent, the repair crews are dispatched to the area to stop the flooding. The forward torpedo room reports they are trapped with injured crewmen in the compartment.
The Buckley is making a run on us, and all we can do is take it. She hits us again, as reports of conning tower damage, both scopes destroyed, flak, and deck gun mounts destroyed, the boat again pitches downward, as the repair crews fight the flooding. All the crew that went forward are now trapped there, adding extra uneeded weight forward, worse we are short handed. We are passing 180 meters, now, and still in one piece. I glance at my watch, as the lights flicker, but come back on. It`s 17:49 hrs.

24 April, 1943 18:01 hrs.


Another salvo of Depth Charges fall around us, breaching the pressure hull at the forward crew quarters, instantly killing all the repair crew working there. Only the command rooms water tight doors hold the sea back, and keep us alive. We`ve lost the forward batteries, and all communication to the forward torpedo room, One can only wonder their fate. The boat is groaning now as we approach crush depth, rivets popping, water fittings bursting. The order to blow ballast is given. The boat
shudders, and creaks painfully, as she tries to rise from the blackness of her grave. The U-88`s rear batteries give out as, the floor plates buckle, and bulkheads moan their last eerie sounds, the lights fail, as U-88 slips back into the abyss of her own making............ Puts

24 April, 1943 18:13 hrs.

For U-88, and her crew, it will forever be 24 April, 1943 18:13 hrs.

[Jimbuna]

Cool

No sonar contacts -
Nothing in the scope but wind and rain -
Surface!
Where the hell did that silly trawler come from?!!
Its trying to run over us - crash dive! Oops, no time! Okay reverse engines full, he's headed toward our bow!
We are going under but our speed is about ZERO. At least the trawler won't hit us!
Oops, that's not a trawler, its a corvet!
Depth Charges!
Major flooding, engines dead. Blow tanks....
He's coming back around - we are dead in the water - still flooding.
Depth charges going off on our port side and bow!
end of game



When Donitz lost his three top U-boat commanders it was during a major storm.

[Von Hinten]

I've recently (as of this morning actually ) started converting the patrol logs I did in Word files to my forums so if any of you are interested you can follow up on my so called adventures here: http://forums.gprt.net/forumdisplay.php?f=63

We, the GPRT, have but a few sub captains among us and I'm urging them to start logging their patrols too as to me it's in a way completing the game. I feel like I'm more the captain now than before.

[Brag]

Hi guys!

After being "busy" learning the new intrincacies of GWX, got around to posting a new installment of The Outsider and the mad patrol of the U-551 under the command of the mysterious Helmut Hagel.

Here is the link:
http://www.freewebs.com/kielman/u551.htm

Hope you'll enjoy it.