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THE STORY OF OUR SUBMARINES.-IV.

BY KLAXON.

FACING each other across the southern part of the North Sea were the opposing submarine bases of Harwich and Flanders. The boats from these bases occasionally met and fought, but in the main their duties lay well apart. Harwich boats worked off the Bight, while the Flanders ports were bases for U-boats to start from on their way down Channel to the traffic routes. The losses of the Flanders boats were heavy-so were the losses of the VIIIth Flotilla at Harwich, especially in 1916. In that

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Well, it does affect people, and there is undoubtedly a great feeling of relief at getting back to harbour safely. In the Navy, where wines and spirits are free of duty, alcohol is cheap and obtainable, and alcohol is a relief from worry and an opiate for tired nerves. But the war has never seen a case of disoiplinary action being necessary to control our submarine officers. It is a difficult question to approach in print, that year the VIIIth as the temperance argument Flotilla submarine officers seems to call out such passed a self-denying ordin- strongly-expressed opinions ance to reduce their consumption of alcohol. (Now what I am leading up to is a comparison of British and German mentality, because I think the question of personnel to be infinitely more important than that of material.) The fact is, that heavy losses do affect those who are left to carry on the work. A boat comes back to harbour with her officers and crew tired and glad to be home again; they are perhaps met with, "Did you see anything of Seventysix? He's been overdue three days. He was next to youoff Ameland. You didn't hear anything go up? Oh, well, you'll probably have that

from the advocates pro and con; but while I have no idea of holding up submarine officers as paragons of abstinence (for I hardly know any

who are teetotallers), there is no doubt that they fully realised that only moderation could keep them efficient for war.

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Over in Flanders it was the rule for U-boats to base at Bruges, and to use only Ostend and Zeebrugge as they passed through on their way to and from the sea. Bruges the U-boat officers had a mess at the house of M. Catulle-a large, wellfurnished, and comfortable building near the docks.

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cool his head." The whole impression one gets from the local stories is one of fear, morbid excitement,

There the officers had made no doubt they went at it the cellars (three inter-con- pretty fast; one officer was neoted vaults) into an un- drunk and incapable for five derground Rest for Tired days on end, and (as apparWorkers. All around the ently there was considered to walls are painted frescoes be a limit of four days for illustrating the minds of the states of coma) on the fifth patrons. The frescoes are day was ordered to sea by over two feet in depth, and the Captain of the Flotilla are well executed in the type "to of German humour one meets in the Berlin comic papers. There are mines, projectiles, &o., with the conventional and drink. The pictures confaces and hats of John Bull, jured up are unpleasant: the France, and other Allies; early morning scene in the dancing with the mines are cellars when a few hiccoughtorpedoes, some of which ing stalwarts still sat over carry on them the faces of their wine-the guttural atdead U-boat officers. Beneath tempt at song-the pale glow the frescoes are mottoes of eleotrio lamps through such as, "Drink, for to-mor- swirling smoke-the reek of row you may die "-"Life is alcohol-the litter of bottlesshort, and you'll be a long and the frightened face of the time dead." Between the Belgian chambermaid peering pictures are smaller paintings round the angle of the cellar of monkeys drinking cham- stairs. "Karl and Schmidt pagne. have not returned-God punish the English! Open more bottles, fool, and let us forget that our turn is coming!"

After dinner, according to witnesses, the officers would retire to these cellars and drink. There is little ventilation, and the atmosphere must have been fairly thick with smoke and fumes. Drinking sometimes continued till 8 A.M.

a horrible hour at which to be drunk. It is reported by Belgians that the officers got through four thousand bottles of wine in three weeks. Taking the high estimate of an average of twenty officers always present, this means ten bottles per head a day-which is absurd. It is probable, however, that the competitors broke or gave away a good many bottles. But there is

How the flotillas were able to do efficient work at all is a puzzle; but the Flanders Flotillas did the Allies a lot of harm. Had it not been the custom of the officers to throw off restraint in harbour, we might have suffered a good deal more-how much more only a student of psychology oan guess. But there is no doubt of this-and a parison of the Harwich and Flanders Flotillas shows itthe British take to games to soothe their nerves and the Germans to drink.

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do with this trait that brought which were got back into the major part of the U-boat harbour, although they include suocesses into the hands of the U-boats which our suba few special officers. The marines destroyed. German greater part of the captains ships are very well subdivided did little; a few "aces" com- in compartments and take a piled huge lists of sunken lot of killing. Certainly on a tonnage to their credit (or modern war-vessel one torpedootherwise). Judged by British hit is very little use; it takes Admiralty standards of effi- about four to make certain ciency, those few are the only of sinking her. The Moltke ones who in our Service would (battle-cruiser) was hit with have been retained at all. one torpedo forward in the Baltio by Commander Laurence, and again off Hiorn's Reef by Lieutenant Allen (right aft this time); on each occasion she got home safely. Our own light oruiser Falmouth had to receive four torpedoes in succession before she sank, The Prinz Adalbert was torpedoed by Commander Horton in the Baltic off Cape Kola and returned safely to Kiel (she could not take a hint, however, and after a long interval for repair she went east again and met Commander Goodheart of "E 8," who sank her). Commander Laurence in "J1" hit the Kronprinz and Grosser Kurfurst (battleships) in the North Sea, but both were got home safely. Our later submarines were fitted with larger torpedoes and tubes, but the boats fitted with eighteen-inch torpedoes made up the larger part of our flotillas, and it was realised by both our own and the enemy submarines that it took several hits with the smallersize weapon to finish off a large ship. Perhaps the clearest oase on record is that of the Marlborough, the ship being hit by a torpedo at the Jut

However, it is time I went on with the doings of our own boats. Human beings are so much more important in war than are machines, that it is a temptation to describe them for preference. I would like to be able to talk about the submarine seamen also, but there is no ground for comparison between our own men and the German machine-made U-boat hand. One thinks of the German men as just things that opened or closed valves when barked at, and who never took any interest in what was going on outside their particular stations, or in what the boat was doing. Our sailors are well, to put it "socially," they seem to belong more to the middle than the lower class. They are certainly not machine-made or dull, and they are not reluctant to act according to their own judgment in the absence of an officer's orders.

During the war our submarines sank 54 enemy warships and 274 other vessels. These figures do not, of course, include the many warships which were damaged but

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land battle and remaining in the line at the Fleet speed and continuing her firing as if she had never been touched. Older ships, as both sides found to their cost, were much more vulnerable. Probably the Turkish ships were the easiest of all to put down, as it is doubtful if their fatalistic officers troubled to keep the water-tight doors closed.

It must be remembered that there is all the difference in the world between a practice and a war attack. The war attack is usually unexpected, and is done under conditions of light and weather which

make things chancy, to say the least of it. In a practice attack an officer can afterwards usually plot on the chart for you every movement his boat and the enemy made, and give reasons for all orders he gave. After a war attack he would probably only be able to remember clearly such things as the periscope hoisting gear giving trouble and the hydroplane men appearing to be unaccountably deaf. I have mixed up several boats' attacks in the following desoription, and it would not be far wrong as an account of more.

The mist closed in in swirling clouds that came along the calm water in lines a few hundred yards apart. One moment through the periscope the captain of the L-boat Bould see across the yellowgreen water a band of fog orossing his bows-the next, he could see nothing but the ripples that spread and vanished astern a few feet from the top prism of the instrument. It had been a poor visibility day since dawn, and now it looked like being thick weather till dark. He called to the first lieutenant and gave an order. The hydroplane wheels whirred and the boat tilted up and climbed to the accompaniment of sighs and roars, as eouple of external tanks were partly blown. The captain looked down as he climbed the con

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on starboard-stop blowing." He threw back the lid and met the clammy touch of wet fog on his face. The boat was moving slowly east through a calm sea with only her conning-tower and guns above water, while a white line of foam running forward traced where her deck superstructure ran a few inches below the surface. If she had been on patrol anywhere but to the west of the VYL Lightship the captain would have taken her to seventy feet and kept a hydrophone watch, but that billet is one that marks the end of a German-swept channel, and he wanted to watch from above for the first sign of the fog olearing, He sat on the conning-tower lip, his sea-booted legs resting on

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the third ladder-rung, and his head twisting this way and that as he stared at the white wall of mist that was so olose to him. He had sat there barely a minute, and the booming roar of the big charging engine had just begun sounding up the conning-tower when he slid forward and stood on the ladder with his head and shoulders only exposed; he leaned out to starboard trying to catch again the faint note of a syren that he had felt rather than heard through the note of his own engine. Then something showed dark through the fog, a grey blur with a line of foam below, and the L-boat's lid olanged down, and through her hull rang the startling, insistent blare of the electric alarm. The engine stopped, the port motor woke to full speed, and the controlroom was alive with sound and rapid movement. She inclined down by the bow as the captain's boots appeared down the ladder, and as he jumped to the deck his hasty glance at the gauge showed her to be already at twelve feet. But twelve feet by gauge means a conning-tower top still exposed, and as the tanks filled and the internal noises died down a sound could be heard to star. board a noise of high-speed engines that swelled till it seemed that every second would bring the crash and roar of water each_man_could imagine so olearly. The gauge needle checked at fifteen, then swung rapidly up to thirty; the faces watching it relaxed slightlyfor the noise swelling through

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the boat told of destroyers, and destroyers are shallow-draught vessels. The boat still raced on down, with the gauge jerking round through 60-70-80.... "Hold her up, now-back to seventy, coxswain"; the angle changed swiftly to "bow-up as the spinning wheels reversed and the boat checked at eighty-five; a pump began to stamp and hammer as it drove out the water from a midship tank, and as the trim settled, the big main motors were steadily eased back to "dead slow." The first lieutenant looked up from the gauge and spoke over his shoulder to the captain. "I made it twelve seconds to twenty feet, sir; what was it that passed?"

"You're a cheery optimist with your twelve seconds. Your watch is stopped, Number One. It's destroyers, and they didn't give us much room either.'

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"Then, d'you mean fleet?"

"I mean I'm coming up to look in a quarter of an hour. I believe if it wasn't foggy I'd see them on the horizon now; that was a screening force that put us down. Here comes another."

Again the sound of a turbine-driven vessel came from the

starboard hand. It swelled to its maximum and then suddenly died to & murmur, passing away to port. Twice more the warning came, and then fell a silence of just five minutes by the captain's wristwatch. "Bring her up-twenty-four feet-and don't break surface

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