Squaddies and I running around in 262s on a lark. Lo, a formation of buffs appears. I am diving in from the side, doing ludicrous speed... Just as I pull the trigger, I watch a 262 slowly come up from below my nose into my line of sight... *BOOM* into the tower I go.
One FSO, my squad is assigned 109K4's. None of us have a lot of experience in this plane, at the time I needed to fly it 'execution style' to get any kills, put the barrel to the back of his head and pull the trigger. We happen upon some Spitfires, I saddle up on one, he's not maneuvering hard, I get in close and am just getting ready to pull the trigger when BOOM into the tower I go. Saved the film and grumpily logged off. Next morning, I am reading the FSO log and see that my wingman killed me. I pull up the film in film viewer and go to the end... It shows him opening up on the spitfire from 600 yards out, with a great lead if he was using .50s at 400 yards. Instead, he tatered me in the cockpit.
First FSO I ever flew, we were escorting bombers to an enemy airfield. During the engagement I wound up getting pilot wounded. I limped the aircraft back to home base, passing out more and more frequently as I went. I wound up blacking out just as I bounced the wheels off the tarmac the first time, then the second time I hit while I was blacked out, landing gear broke. The plane rolled over and over as I came out of blackout, wound up skidding to a stop upside down, everything having fallen off the plane except the cockpit sitting in the middle of the runway laughing like a hyena. I sat back in my chair and sighed at having made it home in one piece. As I was reaching to type .ef, the screen went red and I died of the pilot wound.
Wiley.