Count Luckner, the Sea DevilLuckner, Felix, Graf von
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Count Luckner, the Sea Devil
Luckner, Felix, Graf von
Germany. Kriegsmarine; Luckner, Felix, Graf von, 1881-1966; Seeadler (Ship); World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations
I slipped out of my overcoat, which he held, and jumped. By Joe,
when I was in there I had the sensation of somebody holding a red-hot
wire around my neck. After a hard swim, I reached my man. It was
lucky for him that it was so cold and that he was so drunk. He was
perfectly rigid now. If you lie still, you don't drown easily. It
was no trouble to swim in with him, except that it was so cold. The
customs man pulled us on to the pier. I could never have got up
alone.
"What a crazy fool," the customs man said. "If I had not been here
you would have jumped in just the same, and you would have drowned."
They took us to a saloon, where they put us between blankets and gave
us grog. I soon got my strength back, likewise my man, an English
sailor named Pearson. He soon had his second load of liquor.
After that exploit, the Hamburg newspapers made much of me,
particularly since I still refused to bother about producing the
witnesses necessary before I could get a life-saving medal. The
editors denounced this instance of red tape. The controversy came to
the notice of Prince Henry of Prussia. A little while later, when I
took part in the yearly manœuvres for reserve officers, I received
an order to appear before him, and he asked me whether I should like
to enter active service. That, I replied, was my greatest desire,
but I was afraid I was too old. He kindly bade me not to worry about
that, and on February 3, 1912, I received the official dispatch:
"Count Luckner is ordered to the navy for active service."
By Joe, now I would have to study. I would have to learn in a few
months what cadets ordinarily learned in three and a half years. The
Emperor had heard of me from Prince Henry and had interested himself
in my case. My tuition was paid for out of his private purse. If I
did not make good marks in my classes, what kind of a Luckner ...
well, by Joe. This was the climax of my whole unhappy career of
study.
After an infantry course came a torpedo course. A torpedo has a
thousand complexities for the student to master. There were four
kinds of torpedoes. One had a hundred and fifty screws. You had to
memorize the names of all the parts and familiarize yourself with the
apparatus so well that you could put it together without help.
"Luckner," I thought, "you will never learn all that. You are as
stupid as when you were in the third grade."
I was afraid and felt pretty bad. I did not do so well with my
studies.
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