When I was a teenager I used to drink in a little pub run by a guy and his wife. Both were in their 60's and had run the pub for years. I always drank in the Public Bar, never the Saloon, but one night myself and my mates had to use the Sallon due the other bar being full.
What a shock! On the walls were pictures of Lancasters etc. On seeing me looking at these the landlord explained that he had bee a rear gunner on a Lanc.. He recounted the tail of how a nightfighter lunged out of the darkness, before performing a wingover and disappearing back into the murk. All so fast that the landlord never had time to fire his guns. That apparently was his closest brush with the Luftwaffe.
Karl