have been focused on WWI German U-boats since I was
a kid, and even imagined crash diving in one in an emergency.
I could see everyone clamoring to get down through the
conning tower hatch, with the panic and the water pouring
was fascinated by submarines and at a young age started
building models of them. Every model was either U-67
or U-68. If I would go on a boat ride and feel the diesel
engines under the deck, I felt happy and peaceful.
junior high school, I built a 6 foot model of a U-boat,
and I painted on the conning tower U-68 and what I thought
was a German sounding word - "Gutzel" or something
similar. A year or so later I read that except for one
letter, that word was the name of the captain of the
U-68, which was sunk by the British Q-ship Farnborough.
I don't think I was the captain as he was killed immediately,
and I remember crash diving.
save torpedoes and to do the humane thing, many U-boats
surfaced and let the enemy crew abandon ship before
the U-boat scuttled it. The U-68 was trying to save
lives, but the Q-ship tricked it and we were sunk. My
eyes are a little damp now thinking about it. Because
of the Q-ships, U-boats could no longer give that kind
of compassionate warning. War is hell, and it is strange
that these feelings are so strong now.