"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.

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Big-Dog Fight

The plane breaks apart, falling out of the sky in fragments of burning metal. Its altitude was so low that I did not see any parachutes before the debris hit the water. 

I slowly peel my eyes away from the wreckage in order to adjust the bombsight. We are at 2,000 meters, travelling at 220 knots, with winds at 14km/h from East by Southeast. My eyes shut for just a moment. 


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