I worked at Lockheed with a fellow named Joe Melichi, a liaison engineer who flew P-38s in the MTO. He told me during a mission, while shooting up ground targets, he got hit by something really bad, blew the top of the canopy off, holes everywhere and lost an engine which he got feathered immediately. When he got hit he grabbed the yoke (out of fear) engaged the gun switch and even shot off a few rounds from his plane's guns, emitting more explosions, flames and chaos in front of him.

On his way back to base he told me he was so scared he started crying because he had almost all his instruments shot away, but his greatest fear, HE LOST HIS MAP!

Other members of his flight, seeing he was shot up, joined up on him and escorted him home.
When he attempted to land, the plane skidded off the runway because all the tires were shot up. When he got out of the plane, he "went" in his pants when he saw the amount of damage to his plane.

Then to his surprise, some of his squadron mates ran up to him cheering.
To his amazement, he discovered that he was being attacked by an ME-110 which just peppered his lightning. When the canopy blew off and when he grabbed the control yoke, the rounds he got off hit the 110 who over shot him and blew it out of the sky in sight of his entire flight! Hearing this he then puked on one of his buddies standing close to him.
Joe always told me we was scared of dying, scared of screwing up and scared of doing something that would get someone else killed. Kills were celebrated after the initial excretions! He finished the war with 1 ME-110 and 1 ME-109.
