As I said, stories were sparse. It was so horrible, Dad wanted to protect my brothers and me from it. He did relate one incident to me...
When they had secured Paris, the troops were bivouacked in the Plaza around the Eiffel Tower. A P51 Mustang pilot buzzed them, then turned and flew just above their heads UNDER the legs of the Tower, then up into a Victory Roll!
Dad reckoned that the pilot probably got his butt chewed, but the troops cheered.
Dad thought he was quite the hotshot pilot as it was pretty darn tight under there.