An ex-RAF friend told me of his time on Jags in the desert, which has left him scarred for life.
Doing a bombing demo for the Powers That Be, one of the bombs detonated under his wing on release. The oxygen-rich cabin lit up rather well, and his first instinct was to put his hands over his face - imprints of his left hand are still visible after twenty something years.
Then he took one hand away to pull the manual pilot/aircraft interface separation handle and he departed what was left of the machine. Pictures of the explosion and ejection were published in various magazines but I can't find them on line.
In a huge change of lifestyle, he has gone from a machine that flew at over 400 knots and almost always landed at the place he took off from, to an aircraft that flies at 0 knots and NEVER lands where it took off. A hot-air balloon.