One can imagine our bomber/fighter pilots in WW2 seeing some of those Nazi Comets/ME262s for the very first time...shocked, no doubt.
And after that scared as hell. My best friend's father was both a tail and a belly gunner on a Lancaster. The only time he talked about it was during his once a year 3 day bender. I never put it together until years later, but its must have been on the aneversary of the day he pulled his best buddy out of the tail turret after he got shot up by German fighters. To make things worse, he had to crawl into the turret to take over or they would have all ended up in the ditch. Scared *hitless was how he described himself that day.
