I remember I was in a K4 fighting an F4U in some very high rolling scissors over mountainous terrain. About a minute and a half in, we're getting close to nose on each other, but I get guns first and pump a few taters into his wing. He starts spinning, and as I dive past, I guess his wing happened to rotate into my tail, and took off my vertical stabilizer.
So he's heading up at about 250, in going straight down at roughly 350, clearly I'm going to impact first. I pull up, hoping I can kind of flop around long enough to let him hit the ground first so I can collect my kill and avoid giving him one. But I'm faced with a dilemma. To maintain a modicum of stability, I need airspeed. But my engine's torque is also contributing significantly to my problems.
I put it nose down at about 25‰ throttle, trying to no avail to slow my descent. I'm about 2000agl when I give up hope. I'm in fairly steep dive trying to avoid the side of a mountain, when inspiration strikes me. If I can touch down at less than 150, I can maybe come away with a ditch. So I pull up, pop full flaps and gear, kinda drunkenly spiral around, and smack into the hill at what the film viewer indicated to be 142mph. Gear buckles, tail and left wing snap off, and I start rotating as I'm sliding.
Eventually my plane decides to stop, and about 90 seconds after I take the shot, kill number 4 in the bag.