Way back in 1965 I was in high school, and I lived pretty close to Fort Campbell, Kentucky. While out "camping" one summer weekend, I shined a bright flashlight at a flight of Hueys. All six of those puppies turned around and landed in the field where we were, and troops poured out of each one.
I learned escape and evasion that night. I bet the troops had a ball scaring the living hell out of us.