Cranston and Tom trudge off toward the crash site, a line of torn earth and trees three football fields long. What remains of the fuselage is crumpled, still smoldering and partially buried at its front end. They walk the length of the wreckage’s path, occasionally picking through the debris. They stay clear of the charred remains of their victims, some whole, some in pieces. They make a good show of ignoring the other people there,...

I’ve just quit smoking, and the last five hours have been a little edgy, so please forgive any shortness or expletives.  That said, I’ve recently purchased Silent Hunter III (it’s been out for about four years) and am having a fantastic, while insanely frustrating, time playing it. Fantastic, because you assume the role of a steely jawed, German speaking U-Boat skipper during WWII, wrath-handed and doom-leading.  If you...