This is not a ghost story, because the hero is still with us. A friend of mine, Leutnant X, flew the 109 (I am sure everyone is right and it is indeed Bf 109; but all my youth right through the war it was the Me 109)from France to the UK often on
PR sorties. After one trip over Plymouth he returned to base, changed, and went to the mess, where the radio was tuned to BBC. X was just in time to hear: "...And good day to you, Leutnant X! Here at the BBC and the RAF we are glad you made it home safely. Did you enjoy your trip to Plymouth as much as we enjoyed having you? We are sorry our reception committee was just a little late to greet you. Don't worry, though. They'll be waiting for you next time."
So a 109 could have been shot down over the UK. Leutnant X (now a barrister and solicitor) says it was a chilling experience ......almost as bad as the time he found himself No 3 downwind to finals, and then realised that Nos 1 and 2 were Mustangs .....waiting for him. He got out of there in a hurry.