OK, I didn't know about the screenie mod, and I am NOT going to do THIS again to get a pic (at least not intentionally)...
I'm patrolling in AM36, on the PQ-JW route between Liverpool and Murmansk. I have multiple merchies to the east, so I up scope and find about a 5x4 convoy, with a T3 tanker in the center and a troopship one row over from me.
Oh RAPTURE!!! I can now stop about 10,000 guys from being over paid, over sexed, and over here. So I maneuver into the convoy's line of travel and wait for a good shot. A V&W glides past me at 800m while I do my best impression of a hole in the water. A couple of minutes later, I have a good shot on both the Merchies. A pair of wakeless torps (the battery powered jobs) go off to the troopship. Then I eyeball the difference in distance between her and the nearer tanker... I count ten before firing to try and synchronize the impacts. I put a pair of the old alcohol-powered eels on the water to the T3. Down scope.
I watch the hands on the stopwatch move and BOOM, BOOM... the near fish hit. I up scope, and the tanker is burning like a sunuvagun. About the time I get her in the scope, BOOM, BOOM... and I watch the trooper disintigrate. Broke her back, and she goes up in a blinding explosion.
But it was the tanker that almost killed me... because my scope was silhouetted agianst the flames.
A Type-C that was doing picket duty outside the convoy spotted my scope agianst the blaze, or the shadow it cast on the water or something and is now beating down on me at about 25 knots, pinging like all hell.
Shucks and other comments.
The good news is that he's still about 1500m of and I'm on almost the same heading that he is... he lined his aproach up too good. I decide that since I'm dead anyway, he's going down with me. I take a snapshot on the lubber with my aft tube, and leave the scope up to tease him.
Come get me, big boy.
A couple of seconds later, he disappears from my scope in a gout of foam and smoke. When I see he is in two pieces and wallowing low in the water, burning from stem to stern. If there's a next time for him, he'll lern to come in at an extreme angle to make the torp dud.