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Editor\u2019s note: This is the last of a four-part weekend series on the hunt for the Bismarck, coming up on its 85th anniversary this month.<\/i><\/p>\n
When the last of Ark Royal<\/i>\u2019s Swordfish plopped onto the tossing flight deck, their rain-soaked crews believed they\u2019d scored no hits. At least none they could see. Yet something strange was happening. Bismarck<\/i> had suddenly begun steering away from France. But why?<\/p>\n
Watching the air attack from a healthy distance, Sheffield<\/i>\u2019s lookouts reported what may have been the most consequential torpedo hit of the war. One said: \u201cThere was a big column of water, briefly dull red, at [Bismarck\u2019s] base near the stern.\u201d For the Germans, the torpedo had struck in the worst possible place.<\/p>\n
Though well-protected, trials revealed Bismarck<\/i> had an Achilles heel: she could not steer using propellers alone. Without her rudder, she was uncontrollable. And now the rudder was jammed, frozen in place by the stern torpedo blast while the battleship was maneuvering to evade the incoming attack. Locked into a 12-degree turn to port, Bismarck<\/i> began veering away from France in a helpless circle while damage-control crews repeatedly dove into flooded compartments trying to free the frozen rudder as if their lives depended on it \u2014 which they did.<\/p>\n
Sub-Lieutenant Ludovic Kennedy, serving aboard destroyer HMS Tartar<\/i>, remembered: \u201cWe didn\u2019t know what happened\u2026all we knew was [Bismarck] was steering in our direction. And there was a feeling of tremendous exultation\u2026she\u2019d been delivered into our hands.\u201d<\/p>\n
After hours of futile effort, it became grimly clear to Bismarck<\/i>\u2019s crew that her rudder could not be freed. Unable to steer, the situation was hopeless. Just 350 miles from Brest, a single torpedo from a slow biplane nicknamed the \u201cstringbag\u201d had delivered Hitler\u2019s mightiest warship to the Royal Navy. And they were out for blood.<\/p>\n
Throughout the night of May 26-27, Tovey\u2019s converging forces closed in on their helplessly circling prey, who would be in range by sunrise. The German crew knew exactly what awaited them at dawn. The Royal Navy would surround their crippled ship like a firing squad and blast her to pieces. Tension aboard Bismarck<\/i> was palpable. Many of the crew simply wanted it over with. They knew their time was up when Lindemann told the men to help themselves to anything in the galley.<\/p>\n
L\u00fctjens admitted as much when he radioed the fleet: SHIP UNMANUEVERABLE. WILL FIGHT TO THE LAST SHELL. LONG LIVE THE F\u00dcHRER.<\/p>\n
During the night, messages arrived from Berlin promising help, but the men knew otherwise. Another announced gunnery officer, Adalbert Schneider, was awarded the Knight\u2019s Cross for sinking Hood<\/i>. Then came Hitler\u2019s own message, effectively delivering their eulogy:<\/p>\n
ADOLF HITLER TO CREW OF BISMARCK: ALL GERMANY IS WITH YOU. WHAT CAN BE DONE WILL BE DONE. YOUR PERFORMANCE OF DUTY WILL STRENGTHEN OUR PEOPLE IN THE STRUGGLE FOR ITS DESTINY.<\/p>\n
Addressing the crew, L\u00fctjens echoed the F\u00fchrer. \u201cThe German people are with you. We will fight until our gun barrels glow red-hot and the last shell has left the barrel. For us seamen, it is a question of victory or death!\u201d<\/p>\n
It was received in silence. If the admiral hoped to inspire the men, it had the opposite effect by confirming it really was over. Bismarck<\/i>\u2019s 2,282 men could do nothing now but await execution. One sailor muttered, \u201cLet us think one more time about our home, our wives, our children,\u201d before breaking down in tears.<\/p>\n
Across Britain, over 1,400 other messages were arriving. In Ringwood, the parents of one sailor aboard Hood<\/i> received the devastating telegram: REGRET TO REPORT THAT YOUR SON THOMAS JOSEPH BERNARD SAMMARS, BOY FIRST CLASS P\/JX 182136 IS MISSING PRESUMED KILLED ON WAR SERVICE. Joseph Sammars was just 16 years old.<\/p>\n
At 8:43 a.m. on May 27, 1941, the British sighted the huge German battleship over the horizon. Tovey intended to close the range, bring his broadsides to bear, and systematically annihilate the crippled enemy. Remembering Hood<\/i>, he ordered Renown<\/i> to remain clear. Prince of Wales<\/i> had already been dispatched home for repairs, her crew still unaware how decisive their earlier hits had been.<\/p>\n
Leading the attack was King George V<\/i>, supported by the 45,000-ton battleship Rodney<\/i>. Though older and slower, Rodney<\/i> mounted nine monstrous 16-inch guns, making her the most heavily armed ship present. Before battle, Rodney<\/i>\u2019s padre delivered a brief prayer that captured the mood of thousands of sailors on both sides: \u201cOh God, remember that we will be very busy today. And though we may forget you, please don\u2019t forget us.\u201d<\/p>\n
At 8:47 Bismarck<\/i> came within range. Rodney<\/i> swung her turrets toward the enemy and vanished in what one of her sailors described as \u201ca sea of flame and pall of black smoke\u201d as she unleashed two of her three forward 16-inch batteries. King George V<\/i> followed with her own 14-inch salvos. Unable to steer, Bismarck<\/i> was an easy target; the British quickly got the range. Soon a storm of shells tore through her superstructure, including one that obliterated the bridge, likely killing both L\u00fctjens and Lindemann.<\/p>\n
Bismarck<\/i> returned fire, but her crews could not aim effectively due to the ship\u2019s erratic movements, and hits disabled her optics, forcing her to fire blind. (Only one near miss against Rodney<\/i> caused any damage at all.) By 9:30 a.m., all four main turrets had been knocked out, and hundreds of men were dead, among them Germany\u2019s newest Ritterkreuzer<\/i> Schneider. Machinist Mate Karl-August Schuldt, emerging from the inferno below decks, later recalled the horror awaiting him topside: \u201cThe turrets were ripped open like a tulip. I could see inside. Everything was on fire. There were explosions. Twenty, thirty, fifty, a hundred dead, some of them without legs, without arms, without heads.\u201d To Zimmerman, who\u2019d already seen two men ripped in half by a shell right in front of him, the dead strewn across the deck resembled \u201cbutchered meat\u201d more than people.<\/p>\n
With the German guns silenced, Rodney<\/i> closed to point-blank range and hammered the helpless battleship again and again while King George V<\/i> stayed farther off to rain plunging fire onto her decks. Norfolk<\/i> and Dorsetshire<\/i> closed in, adding their eight-inch guns to the destruction. By battle\u2019s end, the British ships would fire more than 1,800 shells, scoring roughly 400 hits. Yet Bismarck<\/i> remained afloat, absorbing repeated blows like an exhausted boxer who, though out on his feet, refuses to go down.<\/p>\n
At 10:10 a.m., Tovey ordered a cease-fire. Bismarck<\/i> lay dead in the water, witnesses describing her as \u201con fire from stem to stern.\u201d British sailors watched German crewmen leaping overboard like ants fleeing a collapsing hill. It took three torpedoes from Dorsetshire <\/i>to finally finish the shattered battleship, though German survivors claimed scuttling charges and opened sea valves had already doomed her. In the end, both sides claimed credit for sinking the Bismarck<\/i>.<\/p>\n
At 10:35 a.m., less than two hours after the fight began, Germany\u2019s greatest battleship rolled over and slipped beneath the waves, joining Hood<\/i> and so many other wrecks at the pitch-black bottom of the Atlantic. Roughly 800 men escaped the sinking ship.<\/p>\n
Although satisfied they\u2019d avenged Hood<\/i> and restored national honor, victory brought little joy to the British. A feeling of pity replaced hatred. Lieutenant Commander William Crawford aboard Rodney<\/i> later reflected: \u201cA gallant ship had gone, and a lot of gallant people had gone, although they were our enemies.\u201d The shivering and oil-soaked Germans clinging to wreckage in the frigid water were no longer mortal foes but fellow seamen in desperate need of rescue. Dorsetshire<\/i> and the destroyer Maori<\/i> cautiously entered the debris field and began hauling survivors aboard. Saved Germans would later express gratitude towards the British for their decent, even kind, treatment.<\/p>\n
But then came the final tragedy. After rescuing 110 men, the British received reports of a nearby U-boat. They had no choice but to flee, leaving hundreds to die a lonely, torturous death in the middle of the open ocean. One captive died of his wounds, while German vessels later recovered five more survivors. Of a total complement of 2,365 (including L\u00fctjens\u2019 staff), 2,251 Germans perished. Jack Austin, a Royal Marine aboard Rodney<\/i>, contemplated the madness: \u201cWe lost a lot of good sailors on the Hood. But there were a lot of good sailors lost in the Bismarck or in the water afterwards. What a waste.\u201d<\/p>\n
A waste, perhaps, but also a necessity. Had Bismarck<\/i> been able to return to sea, especially if joined by Scharnhorst<\/i> and Gneisenau<\/i> already refitting at Brest, she could have ravaged Britain\u2019s lifeline across the Atlantic. Bismarck <\/i>had to be destroyed.<\/p>\n
Yet the manner of her destruction carried even greater significance. Slow carrier aircraft had crippled Europe\u2019s most formidable battleship and rendered her helpless before the guns arrived. The five-day running engagement over 1,700 miles of ocean marked the swan song of the big-gunned battlewagon. Just six months later, Japanese carrier aircraft would devastate the American Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbor. Three days after that, Prince of Wales<\/i> and Repulse <\/i>would be sunk off Malaya by land-based Japanese bombers, taking Captain Leach to his watery grave. Even Tirpitz<\/i>, Bismarck<\/i>\u2019s sister ship, would eventually succumb to air power. As would the eventual largest battleships of them all, the 72,000-ton IJN Yamato <\/i>and Musashi<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Thus did the destruction of Bismarck<\/i> help close the curtain on one of the most iconic chapters in naval warfare. When one German survivor was hauled aboard Dorsetshire<\/i>, he reportedly warned his captors with eerie foresight: \u201cToday us. Tomorrow you.\u201d Dorsetshire<\/i> herself would indeed be sunk by Japanese carrier aircraft barely a year later. The age of naval air power had arrived. And though Bismarck<\/i>\u2019s brief reign of terror was over, a wider war at sea was just beginning.<\/p>\n
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Brad Schaeffer is a commodities fund manager, author, and columnist whose articles have appeared on the pages of\u00a0The Wall Street Journal, NY Post, NY Daily News, The Daily Wire, National Review, The Hill, The Federalist, Zerohedge,\u00a0and other outlets. He is the author of three\u00a0<\/i>books<\/i><\/span><\/a>. You can also follow him on\u00a0<\/i>Substack<\/i><\/span><\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0X<\/i><\/span><\/a>.\u00a0<\/span>His latest book, A War For Half The World: Why the Real Battle for the Future was Fought in the Pacific, will be released in February 2027.<\/i><\/i><\/span><\/p>\n