Since the beginning of The War in my trusty canoe, up to early 1941 out of Wilhelmshaven, I have ventured unabashedly through The Channel. Aaaaannnnddd...I am lumbering about in a newly
rewarded Type IX.
I had expected to be
deep-sixed by now, even if I was still driving the Type II.
Granted, I hope always to deliver the crew to the safety of our harbour, but a program that generates wolfpacks and hedgehog attacks must certainly have developed sea mines?
Sincerely,
Reverie