The Battle Over Germany scenario.
I was flying Bf 109's, hunting for Dicke Autos. I came across a formation of them escorted by P-47's. I tangled with the escort but eventually got chased out by a group of P-47's.
I decided to make a run on the bombers while I dove out so as to accomplish at least something rather than just fleeing for my life. Examining the formation, I saw one straggler well to the rear of the pack. "Maybe an inexperienced pilot. I'll go for him," I thought.
I lined up and started hitting him, aiming for the right wing.
But once inside about 500 yards, an expertly aimed burst of fire nearly instantly removes my left wing.
The tail-end-Charlie noob whom I was attacking? 999000.