Diary of a U-Boat Commander

felt a slight jar as

at dead slow speed. Every time we lifted our periscope he was still hangin

se seemed to concern Alten far more than the airship, and he informed me that from their, to me, aimless movem

gradually we took off more clothes. Curiously enough, I longed for a

sh air down the hatch made me vomit after hours of breathing the vitiated muck. On coming to the surface we saw not

on the return journey, when the mind t

a mantle of gloom over the crew. I participated in the depression and, upon thought, rather wondered that this should be so. Self-analysis on the lines laid down by Schessmanweil [5] revealed to me that the basis of my annoyance is the fact that my next meeting with Zoe is def