The Diary Of A U-Boat Commander

Anonymous

ISBN 10: 1419159275 / ISBN 13: 9781419159275

Edité par Kessinger Publishing, 2004

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Détails bibliographiques

• Titre: The Diary Of A U-Boat Commander
• Éditeur: Kessinger Publishing
• Date de parution: 2004
• Langue: anglais
• ISBN à 10 chiffres: 1419159275
• ISBN à 13 chiffres: 9781419159275
• Reliure: Couverture souple
• État de l'article: Like New

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Synopsis

The Diary of a U-Boat Commander is a first-hand account of life on a German submarine during World War I. The book is written by an anonymous author who served as a U-boat commander and gives a detailed insight into the daily routines, challenges, and dangers faced by the crew of a U-boat. The author describes the cramped living conditions, the monotony of long patrols, and the constant threat of attack from enemy ships. The book also offers a glimpse into the psychology of a U-boat commander, as he struggles to maintain the morale of his crew and deal with the emotional toll of war. The Diary of a U-Boat Commander is a fascinating and poignant account of a little-known aspect of World War I, and provides a unique perspective on the experiences of German submariners during the conflict.As we staggered back to our course I heard a thud in the wardroom, and on returning to my settee found that Alten had rolled out of his bunk, where he was lying in a drunken stupor, and that he was face downwards, sprawling on the deck, half his face in the broken half of a dirty dish which had fallen off the table whilst I was having tea. As I couldn't let the crew see him like this, I was obliged to struggle and get him back into his bunk. He was like a log and absolutely incapable of rendering me any assistance, though he did open his eyes and mutter once or twice as I lifted him up, trunk first and then his legs. He stank of spirits and I hated touching him. Lord! what a truly hoggish man he is; yet I cannot help envying him his oblivion to these surroundings.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.