It must have been terrifying for a pilot who hurt his back during landing, knowing he's sitting in a mostly wooden airframe, to then see fire break out with often explosive ferocity.
Indeed, even when getting in the thing for the first time, the pilot is confronted with the thought that the two tanks either side of him contain volatile fluid. I used to work at a museum in the UK with an Me 163 and we had a guy come in and demonstrate for us the ease at which HTP flashes if exposed to an element it reacts to. We were gonna do this for the public, but the curator thought better of it!
Some cockpit shots.
Komet 07
Either side of the seat are T-Stoff tanks.
Komet 09
Komet 16
Wooden instrument panel.
Komet 13
Here's a recollection by Komet pilot Mano Ziegler (from his book Rocket Fighter, The Story of the Me 163, Macdonald, London, 1963) of a landing accident he suffered and was very lucky to survive.
"I made a wide turn over a freshly ploughed field, and then crunch! I hit the ground heavily. The Komet bounced several times and then the skid bit into the sparse grass, grated over some stones and gravel, and I was slowing down rapildy. To be on the safe side, I pulled the canopy release handle while the aircraft was still moving, punched my harness quick-release and stripped off my goggles. Then it happened! There was a blinding flash from the floor and a wave of searing heat struck my face! Instinctively, I pulled up my knees, planted my feet hard against the seat, and jumped for all I was worth. Maybe I landed on my head or possibly on all fours. All I could think of was putting as much space between me and that burning Messerschmitt as was possible in no time flat!"
" There was a bang behind me, and I ran like a hare for twenty or thirty metres, and then glanced over my shoulder. The Komet had come to a standstill and was steaming like a boiling kettle and the skid housing ripped wide open and half the cockpit blown away! By the time the fire tender, the ambulance and the starter truck were racing towards me at full speed, and almost within seconds, jets of water were dousing the wreckage and Karl Voy and two of his mechanics were screaming at me: "Mano! Are you alright?"
"My face and hands felt as though they were on fire, and the tears streaming down my face were stinging my cheeks like drops of acid, but before getting medical attention I wanted to take another look at the wrecked aircraft. The cockpit really was in a bad way. Both the finger thick armour plates in the floor had burst asunder like so much cardboard, their jagged edges turned upwards. Metal scraps were dangling here and there, every rubber connection had burned away, and the glass in all the instruments had been shattered by heat. The frontal armour was as black as soot, and had cracked in the middle like a piece of rotten timber."
Science Museum Komet
Worst fighter of WW2? I don't think Buffalo, MS.406, or I-16 pilots had to contend with having to worry about that happening every time they landed.