Crew 1936 Newsletter

Normally the German Navy had one intake of officers each year known as a crew.  Similar to a US Naval Academy class but instead of the year of graduation crews were designated by the year they began their naval service.  Friedrich Mumm was one of 518 cadets in Crew 1936 known as the Olympia Crew.  They joined in the year of the Berlin Olympics and they chose the Olympic rings as their emblem.

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	Confidential and intended only for the Crew and their relatives!
	Crew 1936
	Newsletter No. 7 - April 1944.

		So if you want to live, you fight,
		and if you don't want to fight
		in this world of eternal struggle,
		you don't deserve life.
		Adolf Hitler.

	Our first returnee from captivity:
	Hans Tonne!
	He writes:
	Dear Crew Comrades!
	Finally, the one you thought was dead can call out a welcome greeting to you.
	On August 15, 1940 I was shot down with a He 115 over Scotland.  Despite falling from the sky from 2800 meters, I am still with you.  Unfortunately, my comrades fell, and I had a rather unpleasant road ahead of me.  I went through five different Scottish and English hospitals and four camps over the course of 2 3/4 years. In the fifth camp, the exchange came upon me after 3 years and 2 months.
	Of our comrades I met the good Aldus in Edinburgh Hospital, with whom I fought side by side for over a year. However, his wounds were well taken care of and he has now been in Canada for 2 years.  In a camp I met von Knebel Döberitz, Heinrich and Wöckner.  Unfortunately only for a month, because then I had to go back to the hospital.
	I had the misfortune of having to live on the island of Britain for the full three years, which was extremely bitter in terms of both food and treatment.  I can tell you that our comrades in America and Canada are doing quite well on these points. I have one request for you, which I have to make on behalf of our comrades over there: Write! Write often and well. Each letter means a piece of home.
	I have to close for today, maybe I can give you some more episodes of my captivity in the next Crew Letters. I'm glad to be among you again at home.
	Heil Hitler!                                               Your Hans Tonne.

	Olympic Rings in the Black Sea.
	Schmidt Weichert writes:
	Up to October 1943 I was assigned there as a small U-boat Captain, but since only the donkey is called first, I would like to first report on the other weapons as far as I can.
	Well, first of all, there is our Klaßmann as the proud head of an R-Flotilla. His boats, which are used daily for mine clearing and escort tasks, actually form the backbone of the German supply line security to the southern part of the Eastern Front.  But dashing operations together with S-boats or Naval Artillery Lighters in the Sea of Azov and near Novorossisk brought Klaßmann's boats directly into contact with the Russian naval forces. In the fall, Klaßmann received the German Cross in Gold and, more recently, the Knight's Cross for the difficult operations he had mostly managed himself.
	On the other hand, our Seevers and Siems are fighting down there, sometimes under very difficult conditions, as S-boat Commanders. Heavily dependent on the weather and sea conditions, the boats in their flotilla, if at all possible, make long round-trip routes to the Caucasus coast and help to disrupt the Russian supply.  In painstakingly detailed work, grappling with Russian gun boats, land batteries and air forces, they sink ton after ton and have a significant share in our successes in this sea area.
	Our Crew Comrades (W) and (V) were also deployed in the area there in the area of Czarnitzki and Oeltjen.
	Finally, something about the U-boat drivers of our year, from Claus Petersen, Clemens Schöler, Tutti Wahlen, Hanni Gaude and me. Since one knows best how to tell about oneself,

	I have to write something about our joys and sorrows in the Black Sea.
	If it is already difficult to equip a large boat with provisions and equipment for an operation, then a small boat almost becomes a problem. So you go out on an operation with a mixture of vegetables, meat and general stores with a military paint job.  At some point you will come across the Turkish coast somewhere. Bare, high mountains come into view, now and then poor little places can be recognized with the binoculars.  However, those who dream of a harem, veiled women and crooked Turkish swords will be bitterly disappointed. It then goes forward to the east, from time to time one sees a German scout again, and finally the operatios area is reached.  Aircraft and more aircraft of all types often push us into the drink for hours. Sometimes they come quite regularly and are given names like Hein oder Tetje and so on by the men.  During the day we now mostly stand close under the coast in the drink and wait listening for the enemy, and take a panoramic view with the periscope. After the first appearance of our boats, the Russians unfortunately preferred to limit their sea traffic quite a bit, and so we were forced, mostly to play "Fleet in being".  Landmarks such as mountains, villages and church towers, with which one slowly becomes familiar and which are given drastic names, and given the strong and changing currents about the location, which must be constantly checked by calculating the position line. In the boat, the Chief Engineer with oxygen and potash cartridges; all superfluous men are therefore put to sleep, and in summer the temperature in the boat often rises to 50 degrees during the long days.  When it's finally dark, surface and

	"ghost" under the coast all night. On the shore, the searchlights scan the water with their long arms, sometimes they illuminate the boat, but they don't catch us.  Busy activity can be observed on land, railways steam on, and the headlights of cars on the streets crawl up and down the mountains.  Then maybe a German air raid will begin, you can hear the drone of the aircraft, see the impact of the bombs and you can watch the enemy defenses trying to capture our bombers.  If you stand further away from the coast during the day, you can see the mighty, snow-covered massif of the Caucasus rising up into the steel-blue sky, and when the weather is clear you can even make out the Anatolian mountains in the haze on the other side.  In the fight with the duck ponds, which are unfortunately traditional in summer, with aircraft, fast little U-boat hunter and patrol vessels the weeks go by out there until one day the Chief Engineer categorically determined the return date because of the fuel. Our U-boats have achieved great successes, even if they are small by the ton, sometimes under the most difficult conditions, about which, understandably, I am not allowed to write anything.  Once you've returned to the port of operations, you'll first have to take a good nap on your chest and sleep, and then the difficult repairs far away from home, caused by the local situation, will begin.  Our boats of all kinds with the Olympic rings have had some good success in the Black Sea, which counts twice as much in this sea area, since the enemy shipyards for new construction are not available.

	Luftwaffen Crew 1936.
	Wilhelm Kleemann writes:
	. . . . . . In the meantime I have been able to contact some of the Luftwaffe Crew. They have all confirmed to me that they still consider themselves members of the Crew, and I'm satisfied that the rest of them share the same opinion.
	When, at the turn of the year 1942/1943, we were faced with the question of whether to make the final decision whether to be in the Navy or the Air Force, most of us had already made up our minds.  For those few who had managed to become pilots before being transferred to the Luftwaffe, it was clear that they would stay with the Luftwaffe. For the others, the main reason for reporting to the Luftwaffe was the fact that during their deployment in the Luftwaffe there was satisfaction as observers at the front, as Squadron Commander or in interesting staff positions, such as Ia etc.  They had not only gotten to know the Luftwaffe in the small sector of the old naval aviation, but, apart from a few exceptions, had been deployed to all theaters of war for all possible tactical and operational tasks.  And the attachment to a weapon with which one has experienced satisfaction in the good and bad hours is so strong that one cannot simply walk away from it.
	Of the 24 who were assigned to the Luftwaffe a year ago, only about half had experienced such a mission.  The others had spent most of the war as teachers in schools - mostly in Parow - or Luftwaffe that they did not believe that the transfer to the aircraft pilot school would happen at the same time as the transfer to the Luftwaffe

	Since the prospect of "wasting away" in the Luftwaffe as an observer and  "library officer at a mock airport" did not seem particularly tempting, and the change of command in the O.K.M. when unforeseen opportunities presented themselves in the Navy, they wanted nothing more than to be reassigned.  Since both directions were able to adjust to their goals early on, there was hardly anyone on April 1, 1943 who was not completely satisfied with his lot. A development had finally come to an end that had caused much anger and discord. As those ordered to transfer, we constantly stood between the fronts. We were not allowed to become pilots or go back to the Navy.
	Of course, all those who had reported to the Luftwaffe only did so on the condition that pilot training would take place immediately after the transfer.  Unfortunately, some of us have been deceived in this expectation. Three of them already had their pilot's license before they were transferred.  Unfortunately, Lückstädt did not return from a military flight in the autumn and Mohrhoff did not return from a training flight around the turn of the year. Eicholz is the Group Commander at the moment.  Of the others, only three initially came to school, namely Freudental, Kopp and Kleemann.  They are now finished with ELF and Blind Flying II and will be used in formations deployed in naval warfare in the foreseeable future.  In the meantime, Kach and Sievert are already in training, I haven't been able to find out yet. But it is very possible. The victims are Hannes Müller and Fuchs, both of whom are still being held as indispensable Captains of school squadrons, and Kolshorn, who is unable to train for health reasons. We had to, and sometimes

	still have to, fight hard to be able to enforce pilot training.  But soon the last ones will have reached this goal. And if our former Luftwaffe Crew comrades soon go back the enemy as proud Commanders of U-boats or T-boats, they will be supported by some Squadron Captains or Group Commanders of the Luftwaffe Crew 36.
	U-boat voyage in the North Atlantic
	Kurt Petersen writes:
	I don't want to offend one of our destroyer drivers under any circumstances, but you have to be careful of us, because lately we as U-boat drivers only knock off destroyers.
	In the first few weeks of the patrol, we actually struggled almost exclusively with wind and weather. Anyone who knows the North Atlantic in November-December knows what can be going on there. Many of the crew had pale faces for days and had to pay a sacrificial toll to the Sea God.  But that only lasts for a limited time, after which everyone has gotten used to the weather and has become sailors. Boat and crew have to withstand a tremendous endurance test in such heavy weather.  The men have heavy duty, be it in the engine or on the bridge, where the bridge watch stands strapped in with strong belts so as not to be washed outboard by overcoming breakers. It is fantastic to watch when the elements are unleashed and the storm whips up the sea to towering waves. The boat is tossed back and forth like a rubber ball and makes its way through the sea, lurching

	and pitching heavily. In spite of all these difficulties, we continue to search for the enemy.
	On this voyage I managed to sink four destroyers who wanted to chase us and make life difficult for us. I would now like to briefly tell you something about an attack.
	Kurt Neid was in a group with me and had sunk two destroyers a few days earlier. This of course gave us a significant boost. We were just waiting, so to speak, for someone to run into us or chase us, which happened very soon.
	There was a festive mood in the boat, it was New Year's Eve. All preparations for this solemn moment were in progress. already met. Despite the cramped conditions on board, the turn of the year was to be celebrated just like Christmas, but unfortunately nothing came of it.
	I'm standing on the bridge, it's about 22.00 hours, dark night, the bridge watch is keeping a conscientious lookout. I hear there so completely in passing, as my starboard lookout whispers something at about Volume 1. Of course I don't understand what he's saying, but he's just made the important announcement: "40 degrees destroyer!" I still don't understand anything, but I pay attention to him and ask what's going on.  He then announces again very quietly: "Her Kaleu 40 degrees destroyer!" When I heard that, I was so angry at this quiet message that I almost didn't think about the destroyer at all.  First I wanted to put the man, who is usually a great lookout, together, but then asked him in a reasonably controlled manner why he reported it so quietly. He then tells me: "Herr Kaleu, I assumed the destroyer could hear it." Then I was completely exhausted and could not reply.

	The attack on the destroyer then went very quickly, it had already shifted a little further and had come a little closer, but had not yet noticed us.  Our torpedo tubes were ready, the the War-Watch settings were about right.  A quick improvement and boat put on attack course, and already four torpedoes left the tubes.  Then came the long, exciting seconds that everyone knows and that can become an eternity.  Was it a hit or not?  Our torpedoes worked, a massive detonation indicated the hit. The hit destroyer was then wrapped in a large dark cloud of smoke. The joy in the boat and on the bridge, however, was only of short duration, because only a few seconds later we were caught by the searchlight of a second destroyer, which we had not seen before, but which must have detected us somehow.  Now similar exciting seconds followed.  He must have seen us in the searchlight cone, however he didn't do anything more, instead after a short time dazzled we were able to move off unhindered.
	No one in the boat thought about the New Year’s Eve party. Feverishly, all the available soldiers were at work and, bathed in sweat, the four tubed were loaded again.  In any case, we wanted to be fully combat-ready again as quickly as possible. It shouldn't come to that, however, because after half an hour we determined in one of our devices that the destroyer had caught us again, came up from the stern and was chasing us.  The first thing we saw of the destroyer was a huge white bow sea. The hunt now beginning lasted into the new year. By every imaginable maneuver we tried to escape over water, but with their superior speed the enemy kept closing in on us.

	He couldn't be shaken off. Originally, we intended to start the new year with "Emergency Speed". That didn't need to be specially ordered at the turn of the year, but was the order of the day at the beginning of the hunt.  Everything the engines contained in terms of performance they had to give up.  Nevertheless, the situation became more and more critical. At 00.00 hours the destroyer put on a fabulous, but for us very unpleasant New Year's Eve fireworks display, which of course was not nearly as harmless as the usual fireworks display on land.  Wonderful light shell fans stood before us and illuminated us as bright as day. Now, of course, we didn't have a chance anymore. He had come up to 800 meters and we preferred to go deep.
	Now begins what every submarine driver knows. Depth charges at great depth. We're sitting down there in the boat, everything is at battle stations, and we're now resignedly awaiting the blessing that's going to come down from above with all its attendant phenomena.  I see a few pale faces, many are experiencing a depth charge persecution for the first time. Every time the destroyer runs over us and we clearly hear the beating of its screws in the boat, everyone involuntarily ducks their heads a little and waits for the detonations of the thrown depth charges..  The Obersteuermann writes down the overruns and the number of depth charges using a tally. Some are damn close, the lights go out on various occasions, the boat is rattled and shaken, and glass splinters sometimes fly through the area.  All damage is repaired in a feverish hurry and as quietly as possible. When the destroyer moves away after a while, everyone breathes a sigh of relief. We didn't have any serious breakdowns in the boat, and so we can surface after a short time and happily hand in our report.

	Christmas and New Years in Canada.
	Hans Otto writes from Camp 20:
	Now these holidays are over. Maybe they were the last ones here for us. It's pointless to ponder over it. Unfortunately we can only hope and wait here.  And we will wait with the same believing confidence as in recent years.  1943 is so far the quietest year I have spent under these circumstances; no transfer, only a few new comrades, but even these had long been away from home. According to the circumstances, we celebrated Christmas and New Year with dignity and solemnity, nicer than last year, when things were still going haywire here.  We started Christmas Eve with a community celebration in the living room. We got a record player that played Bach's 10th Brandenburg Concerto, Beethoven's 1st Symphony and a piano concerto by Schumann. The room was decorated with fir greenery and a Christmas tree.  On the 1st holiday there was a coffee drink together with the big dance band as a care breaker. In the evening we played a little game in the living room. On the 31st at 18.00 hours local time we commemorated you and toasted to a happy and happy reunion. A colorful little evening took place in the dining barracks, but around midnight we found ourselves together again in the living room, and we ate and talked together for a long time.  The holidays came to an end with a light concert by the salon orchestra, which appeared in this form for the first time. Yes, and on 10 January then serious working hours begin again with the end of the holidays.  .  .  .  .

	From our old "M. S."
	Wolfgang Simon writes:
	Dear comrades!
	It may be inappropriate to tell you anything about the Naval Academy as it is right now, in the midst of the war.  I'm not doing this so much to fill out the crew newsletter as to remind everyone of the nature of Fähnrich training and upbringing. And for another reason: to take the wind out of the sails of some of the hidden, slightly ironic attacks and secret prejudices that hover around the war school.
	If you happen to have something to do around here, please take the trouble and have a look at the war school. Anyone who hasn't been here since he left peace with summer, son and health will still recognize the old walls, but will no longer find business as it used to be.
	The school has grown and now has three departments. One department still lives and works as before in the "Red Castle by the sea"; the others have moved out. The 3rd is beyond the former sports school with its gym, where we had our nice graduation party. The 2nd, outside Glücksburg, where in our time the house stood in a green way on the left in front of the Glücksburg forest. There was first an M.L.A., now part of the war school is located in these buildings.
	The service and life of the Fähnrich and their educators takes place in this larger outer frame. Today we have everything set aside for wartime, but we, the older ones in particular, are still trying to save and preserve as much of the early days as possible. Everyone is

	familiar with the fact that not everyone can have the freedoms that were taken for granted before the war and which they used.  The upbringing of the Fähnrich to generosity, breadth, lifestyle and witty ideas immediately offends at every end, corner and determination and is thus made considerably more difficult, quite apart from the fact that the little 18, 18 and 19-year-old Fähnrich have no time at all set up their own lives.
	They all work in the evening hours until their noggins smoke. Very few go ashore during the week. Due to the fact that so many are here, the Flensburg girls, who used to be very scarce, are no longer enough. Social interaction is only occasionally possible.
	Result: The Fähnrich no longer learn to move safely here. We have to deny ourselves parties, evenings and large gatherings. The Hans Hove refreshment spring, which used to be so productive, has also almost completely dried up. We old people on land have to switch to celebrations without alcohol. The descendants hardly get to know it properly anymore.
	Now in winter the C.O. takes great care of his flock if he wants to end up putting in a fresh, mature Fähnrich according to the pre-war view. The summer course has it a bit easier because the sailing is still going on. However, Denmark can no longer be headed for; we must deny ourselves this pleasure and confine ourselves to the German coast.  There are more boats now than there used to be. Several comfortable and well furnished, formerly large "pleasure yachts" embellish our boat park. We do everything we can to teach and encourage our ensigns to sail, and have had great success doing so. But given the large number, one cannot really include all and only a few thoroughly.

	At the regattas of the Companies and Departments, the wonderful old picture of the Fjord strewn with sails comes to life again, and at the weekend the songs and the sailors' pianos sound across the water as before. Entirely die-hard fans of sailing take the opportunity of an "overnight stay at sea with out of sight of the coast" with the 20 m² and 35 m² yachts, which were very simply and spartanly furnished during the war.
	Due to the increased guard duty with regard to self-protection against aircraft, sabotage, etc., the Fähnrich and, of course, us Company Commanders and GO's are being deprived of the free disposition regarding the distribution of the monthly free time. Traveling to Hamburg for a haircut or ice skating, which used to be so common in the past, is now completely irrelevant.
	The core teaching has actually remained essentially the same with minor shifts and changes over time. Today you learn faster and only the essentials.  Even today, the good, mature Group Officer has all the means of his personality at his disposal to educate the Fähnrich in the old sense and to give them tradition and a sense of tradition. Despite their large number and the spatial separation through the departments, the young Candidates find the opportunity to join forces to form the Crew.  There is still enough shared experience that becomes binding, especially later on. We are actually particularly happy about that; because that shows us that a reflection of the good times lies on the venerable, beautiful Naval War School today. The crumbling tower is by no means a symbol of trickling lime and leather schoolboys; but within the old walls people still work, work and live young and happy! - Currently on the M.Kr.S.M. Ostertag, Simon, Wörmke, v. Hassel, Karsten, Blume, Halldet Holzapfel, Orzesko.

	In the fight for the freedom of Greater Germany died
	a hero's death:
	Hannes Benker  2 January 1944
	Friedrich Mumm  7 June 1943
	Missing are:
	Horst Rendtel  2 February 1944
	Horts Kremser  1 August 1943
	Hans Trojer  2 October 1943
	Klaus von Trotha  1 November 1943
	Werner Bender  18 November 1943
	Georg-Wilhelm Basse  2 February 1944
	Siegfried Heilmann  5 October 1943

	Helmut Hennig  7 November 1943
	Horst Weiher  February 1944
	Hans-Günter Brosin  6 June 1943
	Hans-Joachim Schwandtke  6 September 1943
	Erich Mäder  1 November 1943
	Christian Reich  11 January 1944
	Günter-Horst Gretschel  9 November 1943
	Otto Finke  8 November 1943
	Horst Hepp  10 February 1944
	Herbert Mönig  26 December 1943
	Klaus Hoffmann  27 August 1943
	Karl-Heinz Mohrhoff End of 1943
	Horst Lückstädt  October 1943
	Kurt Becker  28 December 1943
	Friedrich Kaufmann  18 October 1943
	Heinz-Walter Schulz  27 December 1943
	Willi Kujas  25 November 1943

	Hans Martin  29 December 1943
	Ernst Winkler  19 November 1943
	Edgar Stierwaldt  5 September 1942
	Has had an accident:
	Kurt Rein  21 February 1944
	Died:
	Karl-Heinrich Harlfinger  21 March 1944
	Peter Zschech  24 October 1943
	Taken into captivity:
	Hermann Steinert
	Siegfried Sterzing
	Hans Speidel
	Hartwig Looks
	(Not missing, as reported in Crew Newsletter No. 6.)

	Godchildren of the crew.
	Astrid Bote, born 12 February 1943.
	Christiane Gaff, born 26 June 1943.
	Margot Muenkner, born 30 October 1943.
	Karsten Hummel.
	Detlev Hummel.
	She also take the crew under her special protection. Every Crew Comrade sees it as their duty to help mother and child as far as they can.
	To all former "SCHLEISEN" cadets!
	Our Crew Comrade Max. Nouvel met with Vice Admiral von Seebach in Oslo and reported to him on this occasion as an old cadet of the "NS". Vice Admiral von Seebach now asks all the old "SCHLEISEN" cadets who have the opportunity to be in Oslo to call him. He would like to reconnect with the old "NS crew".
	Of our Prisoner of War Comrades.
	Addresses
	Herman Steinert ISN-76-103 NA (N) Crossville (Tennessee) U.S.A.
	Siegfried Sterzing             ?                        "                 "              "
	Adolf Graef  5 G 214 NA                          "                 "              "
	Georg v. Rabenau 810 G 40529 C.O. 13PWS Mexia (Texas)    "
	Hans Speidel Serial No. 102 785 M - POW Camp 15 Great Britain
	Harald Woeckner now Camp 44 Ottawa (Canada).
	Heinz-Eberhard Müller was exchanged as the second Crew Comrade and returned about three weeks ago from American captivity. In the next Crew Newsletter he will report on his experiences.

	Family news.
	Married:
	Siegfried Orzesko - Frau Therese born Krause, 31 January 1942.
	Dr. Valentin Amtmann - Frau Ursula born Lange, 7 August 1943.
	Siegfried Ihnken - Frau Ursula born Voß, 9 October 1943.
	Thilo Bode - Frau Stephanie born Sanne, 16 October 1943.
	Max Nouvel - Frau Ilse  born Schößner, 14 September 1943.
	Günther Thiersch - Frau Anneliese born Reuber, 6 November 1943.
	Hanns Peterhansl - Frau Irmgard born Michelus, 17 December 1943.
	Helmut Schmöckel - Frau Christa born Horn, January 1944.
	Franz Eckhardt - Frau Annemarie born Hinze, 2 March 1944.
	Hans Joachim Schmidt-Weichert - Frau Annemarie born Beringer, 7 March 1944.
	Engagements:
	Ernst Gorgas - Fräulein Christa Langner, 14 November 1943.
	Hans-Georg Heistermann - Miss Rosemarie Eggers, January 1944.
	Albert Sürenhagen - Fräulein Annelies Beyer, 26 January 1944.
	Hans-Joachim Schnidt-Weichert - Fräulein Annemarie Beringer, Christmas 1943.
	Edmund Schäfer - Fräulein Elisabeth Oesting, February 1944.
	Crew offspring arrived at:
	Friedel Hüsing und Frau Hilde - a son, Bernd, 16 March 1944.
	Siegfried Orzesko and Frau Therese - a sin, Siegfried, 15 February 1943.
	Friedrich-Wilhelm Bothe and Frau Edith - a daughter, Astrid, 31 March 1943.
	Karl Haberkorna and Frau Meta  - a son, Henrick-Dietrich, 28 August a943.
	Wilhelm Anhalt and Frau Maria - a daughter, Maria-Christine, December 1943.

	Kurt Kache and Frau Erika - a daughter, Birgitt-Renate, 1 March 1944.
	Bogislav Priebe and Frau Trudhilt - two sons, Peter-Hagen and Kai (No. 3 and 4!!) 15 March 1944.
	Clemens Schöler and Frau Hilda - a daughter, Marhild, 14 August 1943.
	Siegfried Wörmcke and Frau Dorothea - a daughter, Brigitte, 22 September 1943.
	Heinz Eberhard Müller and Frau Gisela - a son, Helmut, 20 August 1942.
	Victor von Reventlow and Frau Renate - a son, Ludwig-Victor, 15 May 1943 (No. 2).
	Klaus Hoffmann and Frau Antje - a son, Wolf-Dieter, 23 September 1934.
	Dr. Peter-Heinz Koecher and Frau Ellen - a son, Horst-Hartwig, 19 October 1943.
	Karl Hoff and Frau Gisela - a daughter, Ursula, 29 October 1943
	Heinz Hungerhausen and Frau Liesel - a son, Wolfgang, 26 November 1943.
	Hartwig Siebold and Frau Elisabeth - a daughter, Renate,  20 December 1943.
	Gerhard Steinke and Frau Renate - a daughter, Brita-Renate, 9 September 1944
	Leonard Auffammer and Frau Renate - a son, Wolf-Christian, 25 June 1943
	Hartmut Graff and Frau Friedl - a daughter, Christiane, 26 June 1943.
	Heinz-Walter Schulz and Frau - a son.
	Gerhard Reuter and Frau Ingeborg - a son, Lutz-Reiner, 17 December 1943.
	Warm congratulations to all engaged, married, mothers and fathers!

	Business Matters.
	1. Anyone who learns the address of a Prisoner Comrade that has not yet been published in the Crew Newsletter is asked to forward it to the Crew headquarters. The same applies to changes in the address of prisoners of war since then. 2. Herr Haue has been ill for a long time. All post for the crew headquarters until further notice to the address: Kapitanleutnant Ostertag. 3. Who can provide the Crew with a Crew Book that is no longer needed? There have been several requests from Comrades who lost theirs in action. A new edition is not possible before the end of the war. 4.  Please send photographs from deployment, from captivity or from Crew meetings, which are of interest to us, to the Crew Headquarters for publication in the Crew's Newsletter. 5 Please report the names of the children of fallen Crew Comrades who have not yet been adopted by the crew as godchildren to the crew control center. The file is unfortunately still not completely up to date.
	Crew Senior:  Kapitänleutnant Bastian, Office Feldpost Number M 25420.
	Organization, Crew Newsletter, Crew Class: Kapitänleutnant Ostertag, Flensburg-Mürwik, Marinekriegsschule Mürwik, I. Abt 3. Kompanie.
	Office:  Herr Chr. Haue, Flensburg, Friesische Straße 13, (at the moment a patient)
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