March 24, 1940. The grid square AN52, near the east coast of England.
First I attacked the convoy...
People fled from the dying ship...
Those who were not able to send to the bottom of the night, finishing off the day of the deck gun...
But then something unexpected happened
Got into a fight...
Managed to shoot down two aircraft of flak...
It was a perfect shot
But the third did not miss...
When I switched on the exterior, I thought that my boat is on fire...
I finally ordered an emergency dive...
But it was too late ... Came destroyers and completed the aircraft started
