Good lord
that beats my grandma's husband's brother-in-laws biggest story, but I tell it anyway:
His division was sent to bomb Berlin in......43-44 I think. They dropped their bombs and began to turn home while they were badly hurt by enemy flak. Two of his friends onboard died then, and the planes' navigation instruments was completely destroyed. The rudders was also baldy damaged, so they could barely change their course. And to make things worse they went into a big mist. They just flew on since they couldn't see anything. After several hours they could see the ground, and they decided that they rather land with some fuel left than to crashland. So they found an airfield, threw out all that was loose (my grandmas husband saw this, he was bloody scared, since he thought that the germans was finally attacking:rotfl: ) and landed. They got out of the plane, put their hands in the air and waited for the german troops to surrond them (They thought they were in Germany). Then the owner of the airfield said in the speakers: Relax boys, you're in Sweden!
That's my familys big war story.
[edit] oh yeah, I also found this, it appears that it was rammed by a ME:109........
