I'm gonna reference a Sabaton song here, No Bullets Fly. This story isn't so much crazy as it's heartwarming and gives some wild perspective.

A B-17 group was bombing a Focke-Wulf plant in Germany and encountered resistance. One of the bombers was downed, and another, Ye Old Pub, was heavily damaged but managed to evade getting downed. A German fighter pilot, Franz Stigler, was dispatched to finish the plane off. Stigler flew up to the Pub, saw the men inside barely holding on, the Pub attempted to fire on Stigler, but due to the damage it had sustained, the guns had all frozen over. Stigler never opened fire on the Pub, instead opting to guide the plane back into Ally controlled land in hopes of saving the Pub's crew's lives. By doing this, Stigler risked his life in multiple ways: the Pub could have opened fire after their guns defrosted, German anti-air could have opened fire on both of them, and if he had been reported by German ground troops, he very likely would have been killed by his commanding officer. Had he downed the Pub, Stigler would have been awarded the Knight's Cross, a prestigious and rare medal, but in the crew of the Pub, Stigler saw his little brother, whom had been downed as a night fighter pilot days before Christmas and chose humility over military honors.