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.On dark walls hang remnants of past happenings ..'The Ghosts of Dead Ships' ... eroded panels ... sea washed steel ... dissolving rivets ... weeping bulkheads... corrosive tears ... outlines of decks and hatches ... In the background ... at first a barely audible sound track ... the dull rhythmic throb of heavy diesel engines ... the fleeting whispers of lost crews ... there is a mood change ... the hunter... the paths of hunting ships ... deeper and deeper ... and as the blue darkens, hulls groan, tortured by the crushing forces of an oppressive sea ... hushed gurgles as a different cargo of death descends ... an eerie silence is ruptured by ... explosions ... then a tense damp claustrophobic silence ... pierced by echoing drips from fractured pipes.
All these things are sent to haunt the crews of the undersea boats encased in their steel coffins ... in limbo ... they await the day of judgement. "Were they 'murderers', war criminals who callously and deliberately committed appalling atrocities ... deserving hatred and loathing among victims? ... Or were they professional sailors who courageously fought against fearsome odds ... in an environment of squalor, stale air, sweat and diesel fumes.... where day and night blurred and death by drowning, asphyxiation or explosions were constant companions? "
Tom McKendrick 1990
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Submarine 6
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