"They've got Red Cross flags draped over the subs surface guns and decks." Masters announces.

He's so lucky to have a good view, while I'm stuck back here in front of the radio, only getting to see out when I man the top gun turret.

Lieutenant starts talking to me on the coms, "Chambers, get on the wire and. . . "

"Hold Sir," I declare, as I start receiving an urgent message on an open frequency.

This is Captain Hartenstein of U-156 requesting your help. We are on a humanitarian mission, assisting survivors of a downed ship. This is a neutralized zone.