The U-boat surged upward, breaching the surface like a leviathan. The hatch swung open, and the freezing Atlantic spray hit their faces—the sweetest breath of air they had ever tasted. Above them, the moon broke through the clouds, illuminating the British corvette just 800 yards away. "Target acquired!" the gunner yelled.
"Radioman Müller is cracking, sir. He thinks he hears music through the hydrophone. Not ships— music ." UBOAT.b124.part1.rar
The first shell screamed through the night, and for a moment, the hunters became the hunted. The U-boat surged upward, breaching the surface like
"Sir," the Chief Engineer whispered, his face gaunt in the dim red emergency lighting. "The CO2 levels are climbing. If we don't surface to vent soon, the men won't be awake enough to man the stations." "Target acquired
Lehmann finally stood, his knees popping in the silence. He walked to the hydrophone station where Müller sat, his eyes wide and glassy. The Captain took the headset. At first, there was only the rhythmic thrum-thrum-thrum of the corvette’s propellers high above. Then, a faint, melodic whistling drifted through the static—a haunting folk tune that no Allied engine could ever produce.