I had a great uncle named Hugh.
When he turned 18 in 1943, he decided to enlist in the military and go fight Nazis in WW2. As one does.
In early 1944, he found himself as the radioman on a B-17 bomber, as the Americans upped their bombing raids on Berlin. Their bomber was attacked by German pilots, heavily damaged, and the pilot said they gotta parachute out, it's going down.
So, Hugh funds himself parachuting over German countryside from a destroyed bomber.
Early in the war, it was relative...