I never take off with the intent of a one way trip. They usually are, but I always intend on landing my aircraft.
Yes, even when I fly the Spitfire.
I've had some really great fights that I wished I'd filmed doing that. If I just augered when I ran out of ammo or flew 'till the engines quit I'd never have had those.
In my most memorable I was RTB in a Mossie that was on fumes and down to 60 rounds of 20mm ammo (still had 3120 rounds of .303) when I came across one of our C-47s that was smoking and under attack by an La-7. I went to WEP and dove what little altitude I had to try to intercept the La-7 before he got the C-47. I only managed to get close enough to fire a desparation burst at the La-7 if I were to save the C-47. Unfortunately my 20mm cannon ran dry without scoring a hit and the C-47 suffered for it, breaking up and crashing.
This left me in a Mossie, on fumes, with only .303s, down to 90 seconds of WEP, on the deck, closing on an La-7 and all alone. The La-7 started to weave back and forth to try to bleed my speed off so he could disengage and run (hey, it was an La-7, that's what they do) while I peppered him with .303s. I kept with him better than I thought I would as our energy bled off due to the manuvers. I guess he was worried about being smacked by my quad of 20mm cannon if he just leveled and ran, so he transitioned to a horizontal turn fight to try to pull around behind me. As he realized that he couldn't out turn (A Mossie on fumes and out of 20mm ammo turns pretty good) me he started adding verticle yo-yos to the fight, but I clung on peppering him with more .303s every now and then.
Then my WEP ran out. The La-7 began to pull away from my nose and the openings for my shots got fewer and shorter, but the La-7 pilot was getting desparate, after all it was only a matter of time before the 20mms connected. He started really pushing the La-7s limits on turning and what would have been my final shot came and went, but he was desparate to get out of my guns and kept pushing it. He pushed his La-7 too far though, flick stalled and slammed into the ground.
Who knows, maybe he had a pilot wound. I had pinged him up with .303s, but I think he was undamaged and was getting alarmed at his inability to escape the big lumbering Mossie that he thought should have been just a target and free kill to any La-7.
I returned to base, landing just before my fuel ran out.