Post by zak on Apr 2, 2005 17:25:00 GMT
Well, as you might guess U-101 is my sub on career, a type VIIB that i wouldn't trade even for a XXI.
Been sailing it for 2 years, since 1939, and am currently stationed at Brest with the 1st flotilla.
Gotta love french women and wine
My latest story takes place a few days ago, in april 1941, when i was sailing back from a long Atlantic patroll. The tonnage on that patroll was low, i had only sunk 4 merchants due to rough weather conditions (it was a constant storm with a nasty overcast and 7 meter/second winds). The deck gun was unusable but i still had half of my torpedoes and 50% of my diesel fuel.
I was just having an interesting discution about the eastern front with my helmsman when the radio officer shouted over the comm that we had a reported contact a couple of miles away.
"Engines to flank!" i said with an excited grinn. "And get someone on that deckgun!'
"Aaah.. sir... we can't use the deck gun..."
"Why the hell not"
"Because of the storm..."
"You sad excuses for sailors are affraid of a litter water?"
Silence installed in the command room.
"Krautz, get on that deck gun now or it's the eastern front for you!"
I watched the sailor jump down to the gun and preparing it, when a huge wave shoved him off the deck.
"Oh well, sorry seaman Krautz..."
When we finally spotted the ship we identified it as a C3 cargo. Just than a shell went past my ear.
"What the..."
"It's firing at as sir!"
We went to periscope depth and fired a torpedo that hit the hull. The next one bounced off and the next two missed. Damn manual TDC.
The weapons officer regarded me with disgust.
We had no more torps in the forward compartment so i ordered all engines at full. I go in front of the ship and launched one from the aft compartment, that hit the engine.
The ship was crippled, but my next torp didn't explode.
So i ordered to surface and try to load the external reserves. Only the rough sea and the fire from the C3 made it difficult. I abbandoned that perspective and dived back down. And so we waited for the sea to calm down, only us and the stationary ship.
4 hours later the SO man screamed "wasrship, bearing 324, fast speed, closing!" I didn't stick arround and ordered speed to flank. When we got preety far away the cargo started moving again, having repaired it's engines.
So we sailed back, but we shall meet again, C3 Cargo!
That i sware! ;D
Been sailing it for 2 years, since 1939, and am currently stationed at Brest with the 1st flotilla.
Gotta love french women and wine
My latest story takes place a few days ago, in april 1941, when i was sailing back from a long Atlantic patroll. The tonnage on that patroll was low, i had only sunk 4 merchants due to rough weather conditions (it was a constant storm with a nasty overcast and 7 meter/second winds). The deck gun was unusable but i still had half of my torpedoes and 50% of my diesel fuel.
I was just having an interesting discution about the eastern front with my helmsman when the radio officer shouted over the comm that we had a reported contact a couple of miles away.
"Engines to flank!" i said with an excited grinn. "And get someone on that deckgun!'
"Aaah.. sir... we can't use the deck gun..."
"Why the hell not"
"Because of the storm..."
"You sad excuses for sailors are affraid of a litter water?"
Silence installed in the command room.
"Krautz, get on that deck gun now or it's the eastern front for you!"
I watched the sailor jump down to the gun and preparing it, when a huge wave shoved him off the deck.
"Oh well, sorry seaman Krautz..."
When we finally spotted the ship we identified it as a C3 cargo. Just than a shell went past my ear.
"What the..."
"It's firing at as sir!"
We went to periscope depth and fired a torpedo that hit the hull. The next one bounced off and the next two missed. Damn manual TDC.
The weapons officer regarded me with disgust.
We had no more torps in the forward compartment so i ordered all engines at full. I go in front of the ship and launched one from the aft compartment, that hit the engine.
The ship was crippled, but my next torp didn't explode.
So i ordered to surface and try to load the external reserves. Only the rough sea and the fire from the C3 made it difficult. I abbandoned that perspective and dived back down. And so we waited for the sea to calm down, only us and the stationary ship.
4 hours later the SO man screamed "wasrship, bearing 324, fast speed, closing!" I didn't stick arround and ordered speed to flank. When we got preety far away the cargo started moving again, having repaired it's engines.
So we sailed back, but we shall meet again, C3 Cargo!
That i sware! ;D
