I find this whole buff discussion very interesting, because I saw the whole thing happen in AW, extremely similar to what people are saying here.
In that light, I'll post something I posted at one time during that 'other' discussion...
From the book Air Command -- Fighters and Bombers of WWII by Jeffrey L. Ethell
"Bob Kennedy B17 tail gunner, 303rd Bomb Group
...Suddenly, all hell broke loose! A '17 to our rear began belching flames rrom number two engine and started peeling off. All this time there was no radio warning of attack. I stared in amazement as what looked like a hundred blurry shapes came in, all (in my mind) aiming directly at us. I was trying to get my helmet on when little firecrackers began breaking around the tail and the blurry shapes turned into fighters with wings and cowlings flickering with little lights. I tried to get my guns unlimbered; then some reflex action, probably terror, made me yell to the pilot, 'Curley, the whole damn Luftwaffe is out here--pull her up!' What happened then took me and the waist gunner completely out of the action, but very probably saved our lives!
Neither I nor any of the crew had ever been on a '17 being yanked up and down--twice. Imagine the most vicious roller coaster ride possible, take off the restraints, load a bunch of goods around you, and you're in a loose but confined space. That's it! I was smashed up and almost through the roof. Everything loose--flak suit, escape bag, shoes, helmet--all flew up and down with me and ended up in a heap flopping with me on the floor. Then before I could do much of anything, up, then down again! I fell over backwards, narrowly missing the seat horn with my crotch. This time, to give an idea of the sheer violence of the whiplashes, the ammunition on the right storage bin somehow jumped out and about five feet of heavy .50-caliber ammo added to the mess.
On my hands and knees, I tried to free my oxygen tube (caught in the ammo mess), get a glove back on (torn loose by the gun butts), and get the flak suit off me, along with the ammo, all at the same time. I glanced for a second out the right window and saw the crew coming out the waist of the nearest '17 off our left horizontal stabilizer. Still frantic to be able to move and breathe, in the next second I glanced up again and there sat--and I mean sat--an Fw 190 right off our left stabilizer, so close I could have wing-walked over to him. He must have just finished firing, because a yellow-white cloud of smoke came back from somewhere front like..."
just sayin'
anRky