U-Boat Ace: The Story of Wolfgang Luth

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An exceptional figure in the history of the German Navy, Wolfgang Luth was one of only seven men in the Wehrmacht to win Germany's highest combat decoration, the Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. At one time or another he operated in almost every theater of the undersea war, from Norway to the Indian Ocean, and became the second most successful German U-boat ace in World War II, sinking more than 220,000 tons of merchant shipping. A master in the art of military leadership, Luth was the ...
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An exceptional figure in the history of the German Navy, Wolfgang Luth was one of only seven men in the Wehrmacht to win Germany's highest combat decoration, the Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. At one time or another he operated in almost every theater of the undersea war, from Norway to the Indian Ocean, and became the second most successful German U-boat ace in World War II, sinking more than 220,000 tons of merchant shipping. A master in the art of military leadership, Luth was the youngest man to be appointed to the rank of captain and the youngest to become commandant of the German Naval Academy. Nevertheless, his accomplishments were overshadowed by those of other great aces, such as Prien, Kretschmer, and Topp.

The publication of this book in hardcover in 1990 marked the first comprehensive study of Luth's life. Jordan Vause corrects the long neglect by providing an entertaining and authoritative biography that places the ace in the context of the war at sea. This new paperback edition includes corrections and additional information collected by the author over the past decade.

A legend in his time, Nazi submarine commander Wolfgang Luth sank 47 Allied merchant ships and a submarine and became the first of just two naval officers to win the Third Reich's highest award for valor. This biography presents a penetrating portrait of a complex leader who, in towing the National Socialist line, opted for an evil that lay beyond the limits of his own comprehension.

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The central question raised by the authors in this book is: how has greater reliance on Army reserves affected the nation's ability to protect its security interests? Luth was second in fame only to the best known U-boat ace of WWII, Otto Kretschmer, but much less is known about him. Vause draws on firsthand information from Luth's crewmen and fellow U-boat commanders, as well as written documents, to portray the character of the legendary commander and the paradoxes of his personality and circumstances. Annotation c. Book News, Inc., Portland, OR (booknews.com)
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  • ISBN-13: 9781557508638
  • Publisher: Naval Institute Press
  • Publication date: 11/28/2001
  • Series: Bluejacket Books
  • Pages: 264
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 0.70 (d)

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Chapter One


PREPARATION


An early spring day in the North Atlantic, nothing in sight except the sea and the clouds. The sea was black and quietly speckled with moonlight, and the gray clouds only half concealed the stars in the sky. It was cold, very cold.

    U-43 was four days out of port. The lookouts, four of them, yawned as they scanned the horizon in every direction. They were tired and they were wet, but still they stood and watched. They watched the water not for its beauty but for ships, the clouds not for birds but for bombers. The North Atlantic in 1941 was a killing ground. They were the hunters; they were the quarry.

    "Ship!" called one of them suddenly. "Red Six O." He pointed and the three beside him turned and looked. "I see it," said another with a quiet whistle of amazement. Not a tanker, this one, not a tired old tramp; she was a fully rigged sailing ship, a big three-masted schooner. He called down the alarm.

    Almost at once another man emerged. He had a dirty white cap on his head and a cigar in his mouth. "Good," he shouted, clapping his hand on the lookout's back, eyes following the boy's outstretched arm. "What do you have for me?"

    The boy grinned proudly. "A sailing ship, Herr Kaleu." Wolfgang Lüth raised his binoculars. From the distant darkness the ship approached him soundlessly, a spirit of the sea. "About a mile," he said through his cigar. "Very pretty."

    Two officershad followed Lüth up to the bridge. Hans-Joachim Schwantke, his second watch officer, had a look. "She is a pretty ship," he agreed. The second man, a Konfirmand, a commander in training along only for the one patrol, asked if they were going to sink her.

    "Of course," replied Lüth impatiently. "But she isn't worth a torpedo. Schwantke, call away the gun crews. All of them. Get Becker up here. Let's give him something to shoot at."

    The word was passed. A mad invisible scramble ensued belowdecks, then the gunners came up. They climbed down and out to the guns, putting on their lifejackets and buckling themselves into their lifelines. Boxes of ammunition were taken from the magazines and placed in the control room. The men formed a human chain from the control room to the bridge and from there to the gun mounts, ferrying up the boxes hand to hand. The bridge watch was doubled. Gunnery Officer Richard Becker and Obersteuermann Theodor Petersen appeared, Becker with glasses so that he could spot, Petersen with a megaphone so that he could relay Becker's commands to the gun crews.

    The sailing ship waited serenely; she and U-43 were now only 500 meters apart. "Watch," said Lüth to the Konfirmand at his elbow. "I'm going to give the order to fire and when I do there'll be hell on that ship." Lüth stared at the sailing ship completely absorbed as the ammunition boxes were passed up around his legs.

    "Clear for firing!" called Becker from the weather deck.

    Lüth kept his eyes on the ship. He hesitated briefly, then cried, "Open fire!"

    With a roar and a flash, the 105-mm cannon forward of the tower opened up on the sailing ship. The first shot was short; the second misfired. "Damn!" hissed Becker. The 20-mm machine gun in the bridge wouldn't fire either. "Wet ammunition," someone remarked laconically.

    The silence resumed as U-43 moved closer to her target. A new box of 20-mm shells came up the chain. In flagrant disregard of established procedure the faulty shell was extracted from the cannon, carried hot across the deck, and tossed overboard. A new one was loaded.

    "Clear for firing," called Becker, this time not so loudly.

    The cannon roared again, then a bang and a stutter heralded the two after guns, a machine gun in the bridge and a 37-mm gun on the main deck aft. The gun crews in U-43 were stale but they had no trouble finding their range. The schooner was almost on top of them and the first shot from the cannon hit her pilot house. It collapsed in a puff of smoke.

    Now the besieged ship came alive, men pouring from her smoking interior. "Look" shouted someone in the bridge, "they're trying to launch their boats." The third shot started a fire on the schooner's decks. It spread quickly up the masts and into the rigging, burning hard and roaring higher with each additional shell until the entire ship was aflame.

    No effort was made to save her. Two lifeboats got away safely, floating in a sea made orange by ashes and embers raining down from the sky. A column of smoke rose above the burning deck and into the clouds. "The foremast is going," called a voice after several minutes. "The mizzenmast ..."

    "Like the Flying Dutchman," the Konfirmand said nervously, but Lüth didn't hear him. At that moment a freak wave swept up and over the U-43's tower. As it subsided, so did the deafening sound of the U-boat's three guns. Turning toward the 105-mm cannon, Lüth saw that it was unmanned. The wave had washed one of its crew straight over the side. He was hanging by his lifeline and the rest were struggling to pull him in.

    "What the hell are you doing?" Lüth screamed into the spray, jabbing a finger at the bonfire in the distance. "Keep shooting and let that bastard swim!"

    "One of ours, Herr Kaleu," Schwantke told him quickly.

    The gunners hauled their shipmate back on board and scampered to their posts. The gun resumed firing, one round every minute with a high explosive followed by an incendiary. Meanwhile the two after guns continued with their driving barrage.

    And they continued for almost an hour. The gun crews were soaked with sweat. Their backs hurt, their arms ached. The sailing ship was burning at the waterline, smoke billowing from her shattered hull. She was dying. After a while she rolled gently on her side. And still Lüth's guns fired into the tangled wreckage, round after round, as she burned and he watched and all the men labored.


    What happened in the last six years of Wolfgang Lüth's life, the war years, is as clear as the image of that ship he set burning one night in May 1941. The war itself has seen to it. His first twenty years are more obscure: "I was born on 15 October 1913, in Riga (Russia), the son of August Lüth. During the war I lived with my mother and my four brothers and sisters in Breslau, while my father was interned in Siberia. In 1921 we returned to Riga. I was educated there and completed my Abitur [exams] at a German high school, and I entered the German Navy in early 1933, in late 1936 I was promoted to Leutnant zur See, and in 1937 I entered the U-Bootwaffe as a watch officer...." This single, sparse paragraph was written in 1942; it is what Lüth himself thought worth mentioning about his life. A few details can be added. Lüth was the fourth son and youngest child of August and Elfriede Lüth. His father operated a small business in Riga, a factory that produced fine knitwear. His grandfather Friedrich, for whom the business was named, had started it after moving east from Lübeck in the mid-nineteenth century. Among August Lüth's customers was the Imperial Russian Army; Russian soldiers may have been wearing Friedrich Lüth's clothing when World War I began in 1914. Nevertheless, August Lüth was interned in Siberia and his family evacuated to Breslau for seven years.

    From the day they returned in 1921 until the day Wolfgang Lüth entered the navy in 1933, he lived in Riga. He was educated at the local Gymnasium until 1927, getting his Reifezeugnis, the equivalent of a high-school diploma, in 1929, and entering the prestigious Gottfried Herder Institute in 1931 to study law. His career seemed assured. Then, on 1 April 1933, only two months after Adolf Hitler became chancellor of Germany, Lüth left the institute to join the Reichsmarine.

    He reported on that day to Stralsund, on the Baltic coast southeast of Denmark, and was assigned as a recruit to a small, scrubby island called Dänholm for basic infantry training. Stralsund was the first stage in the well-established, comprehensive training program for German naval officers; it was designed to ensure that only the best would make it to the second stage.

    The three-month training at Stralsund was hard, conducted much like a modern-day boot camp. The recruits were treated as soldiers. They dressed in field gray, boots, and helmets, and they were issued rifles (all sailors, whether fresh recruits or not, were regarded primarily as soldiers in the Wehrmacht). They lived in barracks, drilled on parade fields, ran in formation, and scrambled through obstacle courses while drill instructors screamed at them. Not until they had successfully completed basic training were the new recruits even allowed to wear a naval uniform. Wolfgang Lüth completed the course.

    After Stralsund came three months of training under sail, and for this Lüth was sent to the Reichsmarine training ship Gorch Fock. It would be interesting to know more about this stage of Lüth's life. The experience of sailing on a tall ship is something a man never forgets, and it certainly has a formative effect on his career. Unfortunately there is no record of Lüth's performance in the Gorch Fock, or at Stralsund for that matter. Everything was lost or destroyed in the war.

    To imagine him as a young seaman, one must draw on information from more informal sources. Lüth probably looked much as he did in later photographs. He was of medium height, slender, with blue eyes and a rather large nose. Perhaps he had more hair in his youth; during the war he was bald except for a band of hair around his head that made him look like a tonsured monk. His smile revealed a wide gap between his two front teeth. When he let his beard go during long war patrols, it grew from the jawline and left his cheeks bare. He was distinctive rather than handsome—once at a lecture on racial theory he was told he had the typical elongated head and facial features of the Bavarian nobility. This amused him to no end.

    Several members of Crew 33 remembered Lüth as a young man. Jürgen Oesten, also a successful U-boat commander, thought him quiet, almost introverted. He was not a cheerful person, but he did not lack for humor. "Lüth was a Balt," wrote Oesten without elaboration, as if this simple fact of his birth explained everything about him. Perhaps it did.

    Riga was a major Baltic port and a primary outlet for products like Russian lumber and furs. Merchant ships left its docks every day for Western Europe and beyond. The Germans had lived in Riga since the days of the Teutonic knights; they were responsible for its position as a trading center since the days of the Hanseatic League, four centuries later. By 1913 the German community represented a large section of Riga's population.

    Riga was also the capital of Latvia, a small Baltic province of the vast and decaying Russian Empire. When Lüth was born in 1913, Russia was celebrating 300 years of Romanov rule, the last 50 years of which were a trying experience for the Baltic states in general and for the German community of Riga in particular. Friedrich Lüth had arrived in Riga just at the inception of Tsar Alexander III's policies of "russification," that is, his systematic search for and destruction of all that was foreign to Russian culture and tradition. Although Latvia and the two other Baltic states, Lithuania and Estonia, were given their independence at the end of the war, repression did not end. The old policy of russification became the new one of "latvianization"—a more benign form of persecution, but similar in its ends.

    A large number of Baltic Germans, including the Lüths, were nevertheless determined to stay. To live in Riga as a German, in a society within a society and continually under siege, was bound to have its effect upon a young man like Wolfgang Lüth. Most people who knew him agree; and his Baltic roots are usually invoked when he is discussed. In particular, it may explain his wholesale embrace of National Socialism.

    During Lüth's childhood the German nation had been transformed. The old empire was gone, swept away in World War I. Germany had been defeated in battle, humiliated by the terms of peace, and bankrupted by the awful reparations it was forced to pay. It had been divided physically, and without having moved a step many of its citizens now lived in foreign, often hostile, countries. The republican leaders of postwar Germany tried to restore their people's vanquished pride and national identity, but in this they failed. By the time Lüth entered law school, Germany was heading toward National Socialism. Both he and his country had been ready to accept it for some time.

    National Socialism lifted the banner of a united German nation, the elusive Grossdeutschland in which all true Germans dwelt and from which all minorities, undesirables, and non-Germans were to be excluded. Presumably this nation would include the German-speaking regions of Eastern Europe. Those who had persecuted the German people within their own boundaries—including Latvia and certainly the Soviet Union—could expect to be punished. National Socialism offered a remedy to the shame of Versailles, an injustice that was never really in dispute and that grated on Germans outside as well as inside the fatherland's official boundaries.

    Apparently, the new doctrine was accepted with various degrees of enthusiasm in the family of August Lüth. Wolfgang himself wholeheartedly embraced National Socialism; this is evident in his later writings. It was probably no coincidence that he entered the service so soon after a National Socialist government was formed in Germany.

    After his training in the Gorch Fock, Lüth was sent to the light cruiser Karlsruhe, a training ship in which cadets of the Reichsmarine became, for a while, ordinary seamen. That they should experience the "other side" of life in the navy and thus better understand those whom they would eventually have to command was considered necessary for officer candidates. Lüth embarked on 23 September 1933, newly promoted to Seekadett. Between October 1933 and June 1934, as he and his classmates toiled on her deck plates and in her engine rooms, the Karlsruhe sailed around the globe, from Germany, through the Straits of Gibraltar and the Mediterranean Sea, to Aden, Calcutta, Brisbane, Honolulu, and Boston.

    The cruise aboard the Karlsruhe was probably the greatest learning experience of Wolfgang Lüth's life. During those eight months he walked the streets of port after port, where he came face to face with his future enemies—men who were friendly, men who had families like his, and men who were as prepared to die as he. An unpublished Kriegsmarine manuscript describing the training of a German naval officer had this to say about world cruises of German ships: "Of other nations and always outside the vision of one's own, the young seaman stands as a representative of his people. He knows that his country is judged as he is judged, and he therefore recognizes early on the importance of strict self-discipline and an increased sense of personal responsibility. The impressions he gets of other lands and other peoples, their circumstances, their opinions and peculiarities, teach him to look upon his own country with so much the greater love."

    The Karlsruhe returned to Germany on 6 June 1934 and soon thereafter an examination was given to Crew 33. Those who failed it were through; those who passed were promoted to midshipman and sent to the Marineschule for training as commissioned officers.

    The Marineschule-Mürwik, where officer candidates of the Reichsmarine received their formal training, was an almost mystical place; the Red Castle by the Sea, they called it, or simply Mutterhaus. "It is the place where every military virtue is found in its purest form; where every military concept is used as a tool of education," wrote one German admiral during the war. "Her effect, her influence, in the German Navy is without bound, since she is the first and most important source of every officer's training and since every officer will pass on to those he will command, that which she has taught to him."

    The red-brick buildings and three-spired clock tower of the Marineschule-Mürwik overlook the approaches to Flensburg Harbor on the east side of the Jutland peninsula. The name Mürwik comes from a small suburb of Flensburg beyond the gates. It is a beautiful and historic place, founded in 1910 by the kaiser himself who, flighty and superficial as he was, saw clearly the need for a strong German navy and well-trained officer corps. The inside of the main building is like a museum, with glass-encased exhibits, busts, paintings, flags, banners, and life preservers from the glory days. There is a memorial hall where the heroes and the dead of German navies are honored. A general economy of ornament prevails; the whitewashed halls and rooms are as shipshape and spartan as the warships themselves in which the school's graduates served out their careers.

    Wolfgang Lüth entered the Mutterhaus in June 1934. Before him lay ten months of education in strategy and tactics, seamanship and navigation, marine engineering, gunnery, and naval history. Along with these courses came training in riding, fencing, gymnastics, sailing, riflery, etiquette, and naval courtesy and tradition—in short, every subject required of a soldier, an officer, and a gentleman.

    In April 1935, one month after Adolf Hitler formally repudiated the Treaty of Versailles, Lüth completed his course of study at the Marineschule and was administered the Offiziershauptprüfung, the comprehensive final examination that not only measured achievement but also established initial rank in the fleet. A series of service schools—torpedo, antisubmarine, and coast artillery—followed. Then his formal training ended, and he was posted to the fleet.

    In December 1935, Lüth reported to the cruiser Königsberg. He was not yet commissioned. The officers of the ship to which he was assigned would decide among themselves after a suitable period of observation whether to commission him or not, and in fact he carried out all the normal duties of a junior officer in the Königsberg for ten months before being promoted to Leutnant zur See.

    He was included by name in the manning report of November 1936 as one of the officers on board, but any specific duties he may have been assigned were not listed. According to Ernst Bauer, who served in the Königsberg with Lüth, he was a division officer and a FLAK-Leiter, an officer in charge of one or more of the Königsberg's antiaircraft gun turrets. In light of later events, we may assume that this was a billet he very much liked.

    Bauer said nothing about how well Lüth performed that job. Again, records from this time are scarce, and any idea of a man's progress has to be either gathered secondhand or interpolated from available data. The first real measure we have of his performance, and it is only a relative measure, is the number he was assigned when commissioned in October 1936. At that time Lüth ranked 32 out of the 115 officers in Crew 33. This took into account a variety of factors—the results of examinations the new officers had to take, their performance at sea and in school, and evaluations by their seniors—and was used to determine rank and relative seniority. A man's number was a useful indicator of his past performance, not of his future potential.

    Lüth was one of 123 men sworn in on the Dänholm in spring 1933. Eight had gone since then. Among those left were a few who would become famous in the war, most of them as U-boat aces: Ernst Bauer, Günther Heydemann, Hans Jenisch, Günther Krech, Jürgen Oesten, Reinhard Hardegen, and Herbert Wohlfahrt. A few would achieve a measure of renown because of some specific event they were involved in, for example, Gerd Suhren, the first chief engineer in the U-Bootwaffe to win the Knight's Cross. And a few others had names already well known: von Stulpnagel, von Trotha, Lüdde-Neurath.

    They are the famous. But most of the names—March, Balser, Linder, Otten, Kasch, Klug—never were. Their short German surnames fill the roster like the proud recruits they once were. Now that roster serves only to remind us that fame is a fickle thing. Ninety percent of Crew 33 disappeared in the obscurity of time. March was ranked first in his class in 1936, Balser number two. Wolfgang Lüth, on the other hand, just barely hovered in the top third, and Ernst Bauer, probably the second most successful man in Crew 33, was ranked fifty-first.


    When the Karlsruhe left Kiel Harbor on her world cruise in 1933, she created a minor sensation by flying a brand-new red, white, and black swastika ensign. Apparently, her captain had acted on his own in hoisting it.

    This was the banner that would become a universal symbol of evil, a harbinger of death, a piece of cloth looked on with a hatred perhaps unprecedented in the history of mankind. But in 1934 the ensign held no such connotation; it was a glorious thing, a symbol of victory. In hoisting the swastika, the Karlsruhe announced the rebirth of the German Navy.

    The Reichsmarine Wolfgang Lüth entered in 1933 was small and insignificant compared with the fleets of Germany's old enemies. The proud Imperial Fleet that had battled the Royal Navy to a standoff at Jutland in 1916 was no more. It had died in Scapa Flow. The navy of the Weimar Republic, the product of Versailles, was a humble and insufficient substitute. The terms of the treaty had allowed Germany to keep six battleships and six cruisers. These could be replaced only by newer, smaller ships. All naval aircraft were banned. A number of smaller craft could be retained, but no submarines—Germany's old policy of unrestricted submarine warfare against Great Britain and its allies had not sat well with them. These were material restrictions. In one respect they did not matter, because for many years after the war it was fiscally impossible for Germany to keep a navy even of this size. There was, however, the psychological factor. The Imperial Fleet had lived a short but glorious life; many episodes in the war at sea were a source of pride to World War I veterans. And so when that swastika was flown in 1933 from the decks of the Karlsruhe, it signaled the reappearance of the German Navy. Whatever it came to mean later, at this point in time it erased the ignominy of surrender and defeat.

    In June 1935 Germany and Great Britain concluded the Anglo-German Naval Treaty, a tacit recognition by the two countries that the restrictions of Versailles could no longer be enforced. The treaty allowed the construction of a larger surface fleet, one that reflected more accurately the new position of Germany among nations. It also allowed Germany for the first time to build submarines.

(Continues...)


Excerpted from U-BOAT ACE by Jordan Vause. Copyright © 1990 by Jordan Vause. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved.
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Table of Contents

List of Equivalent Ranks (World War II) ix
Foreword xi
Preface xv
Introduction xix
1 Preparation 1
2 All Beginnings Are Difficult 17
3 The Iron Cross Boat 35
4 A Night of Long Knives 51
5 The Balt and His Men 69
6 The End of Happy Times 81
7 Problems of Leadership 97
8 "Good Luck and Good Shooting!" 113
9 The Second Lüth 131
10 Death and Flying Fishes 147
11 The Long Patrol 165
12 Evening Song 187
13 Afterward 205
Notes 217
Bibliography 227
Index 231
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