"Rebecca, do keep up. If we have another jam, that aeroplane will run out of fuel going round in circles before we shoot it down."
She went on firing and the glass and perspex nose of the cabin shattered, and three bright stars appeared inside the cabin quickly in succession. It reared up suddenly and passed right over the L.C.T.s in a steep climb towards Mastadon; she scrambled round with the gun to get it on a reverse bearing, but now her own ship blanked her fire.
—Quotation from Requiem for a Wren, by Nevil Shute, 1955