![]() ![]() But the sense of elation I felt is transforming into terror. Probably because I sunk two of the fattest ships in their convoy 15 minutes ago with a perfectly-aimed torpedo spread. ![]() Those British destroyers circling manically overhead show no signs of bugging off and leaving me to lick my wounds. Slicing through the frigid North Atlantic waters, my wounded Type VII-C U-boat is one well-placed depth charge away from bursting open like a cheap German piƱata and sinking rock-like to the ocean floor.
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