My grandfather volunteered for the Luftwaffe when the war seemed to be won. He was shot down during a training flight by American day fighters, ending his career. He said he went down in his parachute and landed in the only tree in a few kilometers perimeter. He was injured badly and never fully recovered for the rest of his life, but at least he survived. Later on, when the war turned from bad to worse he was told to fight in the Battle of Berlin as part of one Luftwaffenfelddivision - they were formed basically by Luftwaffe soldiers who were too badly hurt to fight (as my grandfather) or who weren't needed for the last remaining interceptors (such as bomber crews and ground crews). The complete unit decided the fight would be useless and disbanded, burning the uniforms and running away. One of his comrades wanted to return to the surroundings of Berlin, he told him to give is gf a notice were he was going to (so my grandma could follow him when war was over).

When he arrived home war was just over so he rose some suspicion. He told everyone that he had been captured and already released. A woman didn't believe him and reported him to the British. Luckily we live in an area with an airfield where the British concentrated captured Luftwaffe equipment. The British figured out that my grandfather was lying and made him an offer: Either going to a POW camp. Or been taken up daily, being brought to the mentioned airfield and explaining the British everything he knew about the captured equipment. He chose the latter and the British treated him quite well when they recognized my grandfather really told them everything he knew.

He never, ever forgave that woman though.