My Dad, Mike Tuson, was flying for the Oman Airforce around 1972, during the Dhofar rebellion. He was flying a 205 and got one of his toes shot off in flight. He always reckoned it saved his life, because when he sat back up from reaching down to his foot, there was a bullet hole through the canopy that would have hit his head if he hadn’t bent down.
He flew till he was 60, and died this March, age 85.