English fiction -- 20th century; Sea stories, English; War stories, English; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
At 2.50 P.M. the submarine abruptly ceased shelling and submerged.
Then, with only a periscope showing, he steamed once more past the
ship. As he came abeam under-water, the British Captain played one
of his few remaining trump cards, and discharged a torpedo; it missed
by inches, and passed unnoticed. Going very slowly, the enemy then
crossed the bow and came down the starboard side. One last desperate
chance remained, and the second torpedo was fired. In an agony of
suspense they watched the trail of bubbles flicker towards the
periscope, held their breath for the explosion, and saw the tell-tale
wake pass a foot astern of the periscope. They had shot their bolt,
and the game was up. A wireless signal was immediately sent out for
urgent assistance, as the wary enemy had sighted the last torpedo and
promptly dived. The ship was sinking fast, and to wait for another
torpedo or further shelling would have meant the useless sacrifice of
life. A United States destroyer, an armed yacht, and two British
destroyers that had been hovering below the horizon, rushed up at
full speed and took charge of the wounded. The ship sank thirty-four
hours later, with her colours flying, after strenuous endeavours had
been made to save her.
Despite the almost incredible gruelling the crew had undergone, all
survived the action. The officer in charge of the after-gun received
the Victoria Cross, and one of the gun's crew was selected by ballot
for a similar honour. The remainder, including the hand told off for
the depth-charges, who has since succumbed to his wounds, were
awarded the Conspicuous Gallantry Medal.
Much of the tale remains untold, but it is best brought to an all too
brief conclusion in the words of the official report written by the
officer, who, as his head and shoulders appeared above the bridge
screen at the conclusion of the action, brought forth the following
ecstatic shout from one of the "panic party": "Blimey! there's the
Skipper still alive! Gawd, wouldn't them perishin' 'Uns give
ninepence an inch for 'im!" This officer's report concludes as
follows:
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