my uncle was in an artillery company, and his job was to drive the truck, or tractor, that towed an 8 inch howitzer. when they were dug in and set up for fire missions my uncle did not have a hell of a lot to do, so he would go forward with FO to kill time. in one of their sites, they inherited a five o-clock charlie, usually some do-do in a beat up plane doing a little harassing. well, this five o-clock charlie flew an ME-109, and raised some serious hell on his fly thru. one day up at the FO site, the lt had just called in a fire mission for a pre-selected target. just as the guns fired, the lt radioed back and told them five o-clock charlie was coming. just about the time he said that, that ME-109 and one of those 8 inch rounds met, prop spinner to fuze cap. while it was raining 109 parts, the lt called back and told them never mind. possibly at the same FO site, the lt punched my uncle on the arm, and pointed to a cross road down in the valley, two or three miles away. there was a german courier on a motorcycle heading for that cross road. the lt called in the fire coordinates, waited a few seconds, and yelled FIRE. THAT 8 INCH round and that motorcycle arrived at that cross road at exactly the same time. the german commander probably never did figure out why he didn't get his dispatch. see what i mean? there are some cool stories out there, and they need to be remembered by someone.