Somewhat less fantastic, but entirely essential for my existence was my grandfather’s experience.
He was in the rear turret of a Wellington on a night raid of (iirc) Dresden. The turret was destroyed and somehow he managed to scramble back up the plane and survived.
After surviving his Battle of Britain service he was deployed to North Africa.
He then survived a runway explosion and recorded all of this with photographs and logbook entries.
Sadly he died of bladder cancer aged 45.
Here’s his logbook. Meticulous doesn’t do it justice.
http://www.216squadronassociation.org.uk/pages/flt_lineBook/649770%20A%20Reeks%20AFC.pdf