Sometimes you run across escorts that just
won't give up. These two were determined to nail a little German butt it seems:
The constant, metronomic depth charging seemed to have rattled the nerves of my usually-stoic planesman:
As the minutes slowly rolled by, they seemed determined to empty their ordnance atop my head:
This is where I thought my goose was truly going to be cooked: one of the two simply came to dead-stop, and sat there, listening while its mate kept slowly circling and dropping charges:
Finally they did give up, and full-steamed back to the convoy. Other than rattling some nerves (and dishes) we came away scot-free, and circled about to reload and plot another intercept course.