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Psychfilm
05-04-2006, 10:19 AM
~ A stinky sock fighting a dirty war with no regard for those around him in a brand new boat.

Taken from the personal War Diary (Kriegstagebuch) of Captain J. Smitlack.

4 August 1941 (Sailing Day)

It just so happens that my birthday falls on the same day that we are set to sail. In the old days it was believed that evil spirits were particularly attracted to people on the day of their birth. So I was not surprised when Socko showed up bright and early on my door with a box of cream puffs and a cup of coffee.

I pondered what was going on in the lint trap that passed for his brain as I sipped the coffee and wolfed down a couple of Bavarian cream puffs. I soon went off on a mental tangent of where the malicious little sock had gotten his mitts on a Bavarian Cream Puff on the eastern coast of France. I soon wrote it off as Socko was in an exceptionally jubilant mood he wished me a happy birthday and then spent the trip from my home to the restaurant calling me a pasty faced Nancy. From Socko it was a sweet change from his usually gruff exterior.

He also mentioned taking the boat to Penang Malaysia. Something about a score to settle with a U-boat Captain by the name of Rudletaktik, it had something to do with a card game, a goat and a young Malaysian boy but I could not get much more out of the sock on the matter. Just hearing the name Rudletaktik reminds me of my often beaten first officer Ping Pong, sigh, how I miss the sound of the engine crew working him over with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.

On the way to the boat we stop at Medieval times for lunch and my birthday knighting. At the chain restaurant, that seemed to spring up overnight, we were entertained by a bunch of nuts and when it came time for my birthday knighting I waved my knights cross in the face of the King and told him that I had already been knighted. While I was doing this Socko punched out the Court Jester and hit on the Queen. Sad to say we are no longer welcome at Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament. I tell Socko that next year we can get thrown out of Benihana where dinner is a show.

We board U-123 and prepare to get under way. I am introduced to my new First Officer, a sallow green skinned man wearing a hunting cap calling himself Mr. Spock. The Chief shakes his head as he retreats to the engine room muttering under his breath something about the author really stretching for first officers now. I don€t know what he is talking about but don€t want it to disturb our new First Officer.

€œMr. Spock take your post at the Science station. Sulu engage engines one quarter impulse power, make it so.€ U-123 thrums to life.


I ease down onto the chart box missing my deck chair and give random orders as Socko runs the full length of the boat cursing up a storm to whatever gods he is currently worshiping. I only hope that we are able to find the C2 and put an end to the nudist Captain who has haunted and taunted me for so long. I was a poet and I didn€t even know it.

Night has fallen and the docks are empty when we pull away from Lorient and head out on our first patrol in the new boat. I am apprehensive and nervous. The water is so shallow and the moon seems to light up the boat like a firefly. Socko calls me a pansy and heads off to bed. I decide to stay up until we reach open waters.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/1U-123nite.jpg

Once we do I head off to bed.

5 August 1941

The day breaks clear and calm. I spend most of the day working on my tan as Socko runs gun drills again and again and again. We sit down to lunch and Socko starts talking about how he is the best gunner in the Kriegsmarine. I tell him that he might have a chance to prove it and I hope his mouth doesn€t write a check his cotton bottom can€t cash. He merely stares across the table at me a slight sneer rising to his face.

The afternoon passes without incident. Socko runs some more gun drills as the sun sets on another day. I€m up writing in my diary when the mad sock heads for his bunk wearing his Betty Boop Pajamas and carrying a glass of milk. He tells me to wake him up if anything exciting happens. And then tells me that I should stay up and write letters for his many girlfriends back in France. He hands me a list with their names. I€m about to tell him what he can do with himself when something in his smile makes me pause. He totters off to bed telling me over his shoulder not to girl them up too much as I set aside my diary and start the first of many letters that night. I do my best to think what my psychotic sock co-captain would say to his girlfriends.

It is close to midnight when I finally stop realizing that I€ve got to make a head call. I head to the first head and realize that it is still filled with food. I consider adding a little tanginess to the food and then think better of it. I head for the other head and find a line around the block. I start to get into line when I realize that I€m a U-boat Captain and the whole ocean is my toilet. I head up top. Once in the conning tower I wonder if the watch crew might be getting lax in their duties when I discover that there is no one up top but me. I am about to head below to rip them a new one when I remember why I came up here in the first place. Without a watch crew I will at least have some privacy and afterwards I can turn Socko loose on them.

I climb down from the tower on the downwind side of the boat and start. I stare out into the night. It is so dark and peaceful. The stars shine down as if they were put up there just for me. This is why I joined the Kriegsmarine for times just like this. Nothing could possibly spoil this moment.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/2Caughtinlite.jpg

€œSon of a€¦.€ the gunfire cuts me off in mid-sentence and mid-stream. I zip up too quickly and scream up the side of the tower as the bullets hit all around me marking my progress back into the boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/3torpboatlite.jpg

I am bracketed by fire as I drop down through the hatch. I call out to wake Socko and prepare to dive. Socko rolls out of his bunk and glares at me.

€œWhat€s going on Nancy?€ He asks wiping the sleep from his single brass button eye.

€œThe watch crew was gold bricking and€¦€ I realize that in my cowardly dash back in the boat I did not realize what it was exactly that was firing on me. The gunfire ricocheting off the conning tower snaps me back to the present. €œand a€¦ boat €¦.snuck up on me and fired.

€œA boat huh? We€ll see about that. Cancel the dive order! Why don€t you go cower in a corner Nancy and let the real men€¦ ur€¦sock deal with this.€ I watch in awe as Socko mounts the later and begins to pull himself up top. He pulls himself up through the top.

€œHEY!€ He shouts to what turns out to be a circling Elco torpedo boat. €œYOU WANT TO KEEP THE FRICKEN NOISE DOWN OUT HERE? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP!€

The Elco answers back with gun fire. A round passes through Socko€s Betty Boop Pajama top.

€œThat tears it. Let€s see if a 105mm shell will change your tune you gruel eating, small boat handling she men.€ He mutters under his breath as he strolls over to the deck gun completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

Socko climbs up into the deck gun backwards. He balances a mirror in front of him and goes searching for the Elco in the mirrors reflection. I peer through the guns viewfinder as Socko swings the gun around.

€œThis is hardly the time for wild west saloon tricks is it?€ I ask.

€œShows what you know Nancy Boy,€ Is all the sock mutters out of the side of his mouth and while still starring into the mirror a split second later fires a single round.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/6thrudeckgunhit.jpg

He climbs down from the gun. €œI€m a Silent Hunter sniper baby. One shot one kill and don€t you forget it.€ Socko says through a yawn as he climbs back down below to return to sleep. He does not even wait to watch the Elco slip below the waves, which, what is left of it, does shortly thereafter.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/7torpboatgoing.jpg

I put a fully staffed watch crew up before retiring to bed myself.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/8Tower123.jpg

6 August 1941

I spend most of the day in bed and let Socko have the run of the boat. When I get up just after sunset I see that he has gone on a drinking binge and taken the crew along with him. I berate the crew but half way through I lose enthusiasm for it and decide to go back to bed instead. Spock continues to strum his lyre and the sound quickly puts me to sleep.

7 August 1941

I wake up bright and early feeling refreshed and ready for action, over twenty four hours of almost uninterrupted sleep will do that every time. Socko greets me with a grunt as he fixes his single bloodshot brass button eye on me. At that moment the boat is shook as if grabbed by a giant hand and flung away carelessly to the side.

Socko and I run to the bridge. I ask for a damage report and am told that the diesel engines are not functioning. All Stop I order as I run for the engine room with Socko right on my heels. Literally on my heels as he tripped entering the bridge and in my rush to leave I stepped on him and carried him with me. When we arrive we see First Officer Spock climbing out from behind the engines covered in oil and diesel fuel.

€œSpock!€ I yell. €œWhat were you doing?€ Spock raises a single eyebrow and fixes both Socko and I with his steely gaze.

€œCaptain, there was a misalignment in the dylthium crystals and so I went in a realigned them.€ He said while calmly wiping diesel fuel from his eyes and straightening his uniform.

€œBut you could have been killed!€ I say. Spock seems to ponder this for several moments.
€œIt was a logical risk Captain. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few€¦€ Spock begins.

€œOr the one.€ Socko adds as he tosses a lit match at First Officer Spock. As my First Officer bursts into flame and begins running around the engine room in a most illogical manner Socko adds, €œYou pointy eared freak,€ under his breath. He then turns to me and says.

€œClose your mouth Captain Kirk you€ll draw flies.€ I really hate that sock.

I spend the rest of the day in bed to depressed to do much else.

We have diesel roasted Vulcan for dinner. Must be some sort of exotic bird I think but whatever it is it sure hits the spot.

Just after dinnertime the watch crew reports a ship spotted on the horizon. I rouse myself from bed and climb into the conning tower just in time to see Socko lining up his shot with the deck gun.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Patrol%2016/31Jclassdestory.jpg

I€m about to ask Socko if he is insane, an obvious question, but am only able to get out.

€œMy God a DD!€ Socko grins from behind the deck gun.

€œWhile I will respond to God as a name you can call me Socko.€ That said the evil little sock fires a deck gun round at the incoming DD scoring a direct hit.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/9DDattack.jpg

The ship responds back by sending a volley our way. Socko seems surprised when the DD does not burst into flames and sink below the surface like the Elco did.

€œWhat€s all this then?€ he says as the crew scrambles around to reload the gun.

€œFlank Speed Ahead!€ I order as the DD slams a full volley into the side of U-123.

€œI hate it here!€ I scream as I order hard to starboard to try and give the DD as small a target as possible.

The surface battle wages for over an hour. I constantly shouting orders to change course and speed while Socko pumps round after round and hurls curse after curse at the DD he is targeting.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/11123DDgoing.jpg

Inevitably one of the mighty ships must fall.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/10DDmeetDeckgun.jpg

Lucky for us it turns out to be the DD. Brought down by the mad sock gunner on his own with our new deck gun. The crew is terrified and at the same time excited. The lone sock took on an entire destroyer almost single handed and lived to tell about it.

The DD slips below the surface as we draw closer.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/12DDgoingdown123.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/14ddunder.jpg

Socko climbs behind the flak gun and mows down any and all survivors. Then for good measure he whittles our numbers down a bit.

As he is climbing out from behind the smoking gun Socko throws me an evil grin.

€œSocko one. DD zip. They didn€t even touch us.€

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/15damage.jpg

I spend most of the evening repairing the damage done by Sockco€s one sock war against the British Empire. I retreat on deck later that night to make sure the watch crew is awake and stare out at the vast sea wondering where out there my deck chair is. Shortly before midnight I turn in.

8 August 1941

The day dawns clear. After a cup of coffee I am up on deck watching Socko run gun drills. Off on the horizon a lone Elco torpedo boat makes the mistake of charging towards us machine guns blazing. Socko loads a live round and fires a single shot.

The Elco is hit in the bow and promptly begins to go down, bow first as she turns away from us and tries to run.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/16elcogoing.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/17elcogoing.jpg

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Socko goes back over to the flak gun as the ship sinks below the surface.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/19elcogoing.jpg

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He machine guns the survivors as they bob to the surface in their life vests. I guess in this case they are death vests. Socko shreds the entire crew laughing the whole time like a maniac.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/21elcoonfire.jpg

The Elco goes down and as it does it bursts into flames, leaving only a fiery oil spot to mark it€s passing.

I retreat down below faced with so many questions. Is Socko losing what little mind he has? Will I continue to lose First Officers? Should I give a crewmember a death sentence and assign a new one? Will I ever get my deck chair back and probably the most important question of them all, what is for dinner?

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Thanks to all who read the Sock Patrols. Sorry it has taken me a while to get this one out. I find that when you are working on a patrol this big you really have to plan farther ahead then you have to on the shorter patrols. It is an interesting challenge though.

I would like to take a moment to give a Happy Birthday greeting to my brother Dan who is celebrating his B-day in Michigan. This patrol I dedicate to him. Happy Birthday bro sorry we couldn€t be there but know that you are in our thoughts and prayers always. Love ya. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/partyhat.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/partyhat.gif

To the rest of you. Keep Hunting!

Psychfilm
05-04-2006, 10:19 AM
~ A stinky sock fighting a dirty war with no regard for those around him in a brand new boat.

Taken from the personal War Diary (Kriegstagebuch) of Captain J. Smitlack.

4 August 1941 (Sailing Day)

It just so happens that my birthday falls on the same day that we are set to sail. In the old days it was believed that evil spirits were particularly attracted to people on the day of their birth. So I was not surprised when Socko showed up bright and early on my door with a box of cream puffs and a cup of coffee.

I pondered what was going on in the lint trap that passed for his brain as I sipped the coffee and wolfed down a couple of Bavarian cream puffs. I soon went off on a mental tangent of where the malicious little sock had gotten his mitts on a Bavarian Cream Puff on the eastern coast of France. I soon wrote it off as Socko was in an exceptionally jubilant mood he wished me a happy birthday and then spent the trip from my home to the restaurant calling me a pasty faced Nancy. From Socko it was a sweet change from his usually gruff exterior.

He also mentioned taking the boat to Penang Malaysia. Something about a score to settle with a U-boat Captain by the name of Rudletaktik, it had something to do with a card game, a goat and a young Malaysian boy but I could not get much more out of the sock on the matter. Just hearing the name Rudletaktik reminds me of my often beaten first officer Ping Pong, sigh, how I miss the sound of the engine crew working him over with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.

On the way to the boat we stop at Medieval times for lunch and my birthday knighting. At the chain restaurant, that seemed to spring up overnight, we were entertained by a bunch of nuts and when it came time for my birthday knighting I waved my knights cross in the face of the King and told him that I had already been knighted. While I was doing this Socko punched out the Court Jester and hit on the Queen. Sad to say we are no longer welcome at Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament. I tell Socko that next year we can get thrown out of Benihana where dinner is a show.

We board U-123 and prepare to get under way. I am introduced to my new First Officer, a sallow green skinned man wearing a hunting cap calling himself Mr. Spock. The Chief shakes his head as he retreats to the engine room muttering under his breath something about the author really stretching for first officers now. I don€t know what he is talking about but don€t want it to disturb our new First Officer.

€œMr. Spock take your post at the Science station. Sulu engage engines one quarter impulse power, make it so.€ U-123 thrums to life.


I ease down onto the chart box missing my deck chair and give random orders as Socko runs the full length of the boat cursing up a storm to whatever gods he is currently worshiping. I only hope that we are able to find the C2 and put an end to the nudist Captain who has haunted and taunted me for so long. I was a poet and I didn€t even know it.

Night has fallen and the docks are empty when we pull away from Lorient and head out on our first patrol in the new boat. I am apprehensive and nervous. The water is so shallow and the moon seems to light up the boat like a firefly. Socko calls me a pansy and heads off to bed. I decide to stay up until we reach open waters.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/1U-123nite.jpg

Once we do I head off to bed.

5 August 1941

The day breaks clear and calm. I spend most of the day working on my tan as Socko runs gun drills again and again and again. We sit down to lunch and Socko starts talking about how he is the best gunner in the Kriegsmarine. I tell him that he might have a chance to prove it and I hope his mouth doesn€t write a check his cotton bottom can€t cash. He merely stares across the table at me a slight sneer rising to his face.

The afternoon passes without incident. Socko runs some more gun drills as the sun sets on another day. I€m up writing in my diary when the mad sock heads for his bunk wearing his Betty Boop Pajamas and carrying a glass of milk. He tells me to wake him up if anything exciting happens. And then tells me that I should stay up and write letters for his many girlfriends back in France. He hands me a list with their names. I€m about to tell him what he can do with himself when something in his smile makes me pause. He totters off to bed telling me over his shoulder not to girl them up too much as I set aside my diary and start the first of many letters that night. I do my best to think what my psychotic sock co-captain would say to his girlfriends.

It is close to midnight when I finally stop realizing that I€ve got to make a head call. I head to the first head and realize that it is still filled with food. I consider adding a little tanginess to the food and then think better of it. I head for the other head and find a line around the block. I start to get into line when I realize that I€m a U-boat Captain and the whole ocean is my toilet. I head up top. Once in the conning tower I wonder if the watch crew might be getting lax in their duties when I discover that there is no one up top but me. I am about to head below to rip them a new one when I remember why I came up here in the first place. Without a watch crew I will at least have some privacy and afterwards I can turn Socko loose on them.

I climb down from the tower on the downwind side of the boat and start. I stare out into the night. It is so dark and peaceful. The stars shine down as if they were put up there just for me. This is why I joined the Kriegsmarine for times just like this. Nothing could possibly spoil this moment.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/2Caughtinlite.jpg

€œSon of a€¦.€ the gunfire cuts me off in mid-sentence and mid-stream. I zip up too quickly and scream up the side of the tower as the bullets hit all around me marking my progress back into the boat.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/3torpboatlite.jpg

I am bracketed by fire as I drop down through the hatch. I call out to wake Socko and prepare to dive. Socko rolls out of his bunk and glares at me.

€œWhat€s going on Nancy?€ He asks wiping the sleep from his single brass button eye.

€œThe watch crew was gold bricking and€¦€ I realize that in my cowardly dash back in the boat I did not realize what it was exactly that was firing on me. The gunfire ricocheting off the conning tower snaps me back to the present. €œand a€¦ boat €¦.snuck up on me and fired.

€œA boat huh? We€ll see about that. Cancel the dive order! Why don€t you go cower in a corner Nancy and let the real men€¦ ur€¦sock deal with this.€ I watch in awe as Socko mounts the later and begins to pull himself up top. He pulls himself up through the top.

€œHEY!€ He shouts to what turns out to be a circling Elco torpedo boat. €œYOU WANT TO KEEP THE FRICKEN NOISE DOWN OUT HERE? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP!€

The Elco answers back with gun fire. A round passes through Socko€s Betty Boop Pajama top.

€œThat tears it. Let€s see if a 105mm shell will change your tune you gruel eating, small boat handling she men.€ He mutters under his breath as he strolls over to the deck gun completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

Socko climbs up into the deck gun backwards. He balances a mirror in front of him and goes searching for the Elco in the mirrors reflection. I peer through the guns viewfinder as Socko swings the gun around.

€œThis is hardly the time for wild west saloon tricks is it?€ I ask.

€œShows what you know Nancy Boy,€ Is all the sock mutters out of the side of his mouth and while still starring into the mirror a split second later fires a single round.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/6thrudeckgunhit.jpg

He climbs down from the gun. €œI€m a Silent Hunter sniper baby. One shot one kill and don€t you forget it.€ Socko says through a yawn as he climbs back down below to return to sleep. He does not even wait to watch the Elco slip below the waves, which, what is left of it, does shortly thereafter.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/7torpboatgoing.jpg

I put a fully staffed watch crew up before retiring to bed myself.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/8Tower123.jpg

6 August 1941

I spend most of the day in bed and let Socko have the run of the boat. When I get up just after sunset I see that he has gone on a drinking binge and taken the crew along with him. I berate the crew but half way through I lose enthusiasm for it and decide to go back to bed instead. Spock continues to strum his lyre and the sound quickly puts me to sleep.

7 August 1941

I wake up bright and early feeling refreshed and ready for action, over twenty four hours of almost uninterrupted sleep will do that every time. Socko greets me with a grunt as he fixes his single bloodshot brass button eye on me. At that moment the boat is shook as if grabbed by a giant hand and flung away carelessly to the side.

Socko and I run to the bridge. I ask for a damage report and am told that the diesel engines are not functioning. All Stop I order as I run for the engine room with Socko right on my heels. Literally on my heels as he tripped entering the bridge and in my rush to leave I stepped on him and carried him with me. When we arrive we see First Officer Spock climbing out from behind the engines covered in oil and diesel fuel.

€œSpock!€ I yell. €œWhat were you doing?€ Spock raises a single eyebrow and fixes both Socko and I with his steely gaze.

€œCaptain, there was a misalignment in the dylthium crystals and so I went in a realigned them.€ He said while calmly wiping diesel fuel from his eyes and straightening his uniform.

€œBut you could have been killed!€ I say. Spock seems to ponder this for several moments.
€œIt was a logical risk Captain. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few€¦€ Spock begins.

€œOr the one.€ Socko adds as he tosses a lit match at First Officer Spock. As my First Officer bursts into flame and begins running around the engine room in a most illogical manner Socko adds, €œYou pointy eared freak,€ under his breath. He then turns to me and says.

€œClose your mouth Captain Kirk you€ll draw flies.€ I really hate that sock.

I spend the rest of the day in bed to depressed to do much else.

We have diesel roasted Vulcan for dinner. Must be some sort of exotic bird I think but whatever it is it sure hits the spot.

Just after dinnertime the watch crew reports a ship spotted on the horizon. I rouse myself from bed and climb into the conning tower just in time to see Socko lining up his shot with the deck gun.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Patrol%2016/31Jclassdestory.jpg

I€m about to ask Socko if he is insane, an obvious question, but am only able to get out.

€œMy God a DD!€ Socko grins from behind the deck gun.

€œWhile I will respond to God as a name you can call me Socko.€ That said the evil little sock fires a deck gun round at the incoming DD scoring a direct hit.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/9DDattack.jpg

The ship responds back by sending a volley our way. Socko seems surprised when the DD does not burst into flames and sink below the surface like the Elco did.

€œWhat€s all this then?€ he says as the crew scrambles around to reload the gun.

€œFlank Speed Ahead!€ I order as the DD slams a full volley into the side of U-123.

€œI hate it here!€ I scream as I order hard to starboard to try and give the DD as small a target as possible.

The surface battle wages for over an hour. I constantly shouting orders to change course and speed while Socko pumps round after round and hurls curse after curse at the DD he is targeting.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/11123DDgoing.jpg

Inevitably one of the mighty ships must fall.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/10DDmeetDeckgun.jpg

Lucky for us it turns out to be the DD. Brought down by the mad sock gunner on his own with our new deck gun. The crew is terrified and at the same time excited. The lone sock took on an entire destroyer almost single handed and lived to tell about it.

The DD slips below the surface as we draw closer.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/12DDgoingdown123.jpg

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/14ddunder.jpg

Socko climbs behind the flak gun and mows down any and all survivors. Then for good measure he whittles our numbers down a bit.

As he is climbing out from behind the smoking gun Socko throws me an evil grin.

€œSocko one. DD zip. They didn€t even touch us.€

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/15damage.jpg

I spend most of the evening repairing the damage done by Sockco€s one sock war against the British Empire. I retreat on deck later that night to make sure the watch crew is awake and stare out at the vast sea wondering where out there my deck chair is. Shortly before midnight I turn in.

8 August 1941

The day dawns clear. After a cup of coffee I am up on deck watching Socko run gun drills. Off on the horizon a lone Elco torpedo boat makes the mistake of charging towards us machine guns blazing. Socko loads a live round and fires a single shot.

The Elco is hit in the bow and promptly begins to go down, bow first as she turns away from us and tries to run.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a87/Psychfilm/Sock%20Patrol%201/16elcogoing.jpg

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Socko goes back over to the flak gun as the ship sinks below the surface.

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He machine guns the survivors as they bob to the surface in their life vests. I guess in this case they are death vests. Socko shreds the entire crew laughing the whole time like a maniac.

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The Elco goes down and as it does it bursts into flames, leaving only a fiery oil spot to mark it€s passing.

I retreat down below faced with so many questions. Is Socko losing what little mind he has? Will I continue to lose First Officers? Should I give a crewmember a death sentence and assign a new one? Will I ever get my deck chair back and probably the most important question of them all, what is for dinner?

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Thanks to all who read the Sock Patrols. Sorry it has taken me a while to get this one out. I find that when you are working on a patrol this big you really have to plan farther ahead then you have to on the shorter patrols. It is an interesting challenge though.

I would like to take a moment to give a Happy Birthday greeting to my brother Dan who is celebrating his B-day in Michigan. This patrol I dedicate to him. Happy Birthday bro sorry we couldn€t be there but know that you are in our thoughts and prayers always. Love ya. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/partyhat.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/clap.gif http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/partyhat.gif

To the rest of you. Keep Hunting!

Celeon999
05-04-2006, 10:35 AM
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My fav quotes from this patrol http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-very-happy.gif


<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">Something about a score to settle with a U-boat Captain by the name of Rudletaktik, it had something to do with a card game, a goat and a young Malaysian boy but I could not get much more out of the sock on the matter. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>


<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content"> €œHEY!€ He shouts to what turns out to be a circling Elco torpedo boat. €œYOU WANT TO KEEP THE FRICKEN NOISE DOWN OUT HERE? THERE ARE PEOPLE TRYING TO SLEEP!€ </div></BLOCKQUOTE>


<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content"> €œI€m a Silent Hunter sniper baby. One shot one kill and don€t you forget it.€ Socko says through a yawn as he climbs back down below to return to sleep. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>


<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">€œBut you could have been killed!€ I say. Spock seems to ponder this for several moments.
€œIt was a logical risk Captain. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few€¦€ Spock begins.

€œOr the one.€ Socko adds as he tosses a lit match at First Officer Spock. As my First Officer bursts into flame and begins running around the engine room in a most illogical manner Socko adds, €œYou pointy eared freak,€ under his breath. He then turns to me and says.

€œClose your mouth Captain Kirk you€ll draw flies.€ I really hate that sock. </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

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joeap
05-04-2006, 11:45 AM
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WilhelmSchulz.
05-04-2006, 01:09 PM
Trek! http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-very-happy.gif just make Socko your first officer. that will solv the problem. That is unless he kills himself. http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/16x16_smiley-wink.gif

Stuntcow
05-04-2006, 01:25 PM
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"I climb down from the tower on the downwind side of the boat and start. I stare out into the night. It is so dark and peaceful. The stars shine down as if they were put up there just for me. This is why I joined the Kriegsmarine for times just like this. Nothing could possibly spoil this moment...."

"€œSon of a€¦.€ the gunfire cuts me off in mid-sentence and mid-stream. I zip up too quickly and scream up the side of the tower as the bullets hit all around me marking my progress back into the boat. "

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Realjambo
05-04-2006, 02:58 PM
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-title">quote:</div><div class="ip-ubbcode-quote-content">I hope his mouth doesn€t write a check his cotton bottom can€t cash </div></BLOCKQUOTE>

Just brilliant. Don't ever stop these posts Psychfilm. I'm gonna chuckle all the way upstairs to bed now. Good work fella!

Yen Lo
05-04-2006, 06:48 PM
Too many quotables!!!!
Very good job, take your time, this was one of the best IMHO. Thanks again.

saijonas
05-05-2006, 01:32 AM
... i love it. ...

Rudeltaktik1963
05-05-2006, 04:31 AM
&lt;&lt;He also mentioned taking the boat to Penang Malaysia. Something about a score to settle with a U-boat Captain by the name of Rudletaktik, it had something to do with a card game, a goat and a young Malaysian boy but I could not get much more out of the sock on the matter. Just hearing the name Rudletaktik reminds me of my often beaten first officer Ping Pong, sigh, how I miss the sound of the engine crew working him over with a pair of pliers and a blow torch.&gt;&gt;

Oh my god...clearly Pennang will not be nearly far enough away.....! Maybe if I apply for a transfer to the IJN, I'll be safe then! Besides which, the cards were marked, I never touched the goat, and Socko was pointing a gun at the Malaysian boy the whole time! I swear I'm never playing cards with that Sock again!!

As ever, another work of genius, Psychfilm http://forums.ubi.com/groupee_common/emoticons/icon_smile.gif
I can't wait for the next one!

Yours, cowering under the port diesel foundation block, hoping my own engine crew don't read your story and get ideas,

Obr Lt.z. Zee Rudeltaktik1963, U53

The_Silent_O
05-05-2006, 05:47 AM
this one had me spewing coffee from the nose, purging noxious fumes from me bilges AND vomiting recently eaten Oatmeal from my stomach!!!!

Medievel times! I think I know where your inspiration was for that one! (I've driven by it many times when I go home...my goal in life...to be a "Medievel Times" entertainer! http://forums.ubi.com/images/smilies/88.gif )