So, I was reading about the Great War, which led me to precursors of the Great War, such as the Italo-Turkish War of '11-'12, most widely remembered for its notable feature of the first aeroplane bombing attack by Italian pilot Giulio Gavotti on the Turkish lines from his German-built Etrich Taube aircraft.
Another famous pilot of the Taube was German pilot Gunther Plüschow, who showed up at the German naval station in Tsingtao, China with another pilot and two crated Taubes in 1914. When his fellow pilot crashed his machine, it left Plüschow to fly alone against the British and Japanese forces besieging Tsingtao.
After various feats of aerial heroics of the dogfighting with pistols and bombing warships sort, Plüschow was sent on a one-way trip out of Tsingtao with the last secret dispatches from the beleaguered garrison.
He crashed his plane, bartered his way into a junk, boated downriver, caught a ship to San Francisco, traveled by train across the US, took a steamer from New York to England, was captured, escaped, caught a ferry from England to neutral Holland, became an explorer and adventurer after the war, and died flying exploratory missions over Tierra Del Fuego, and you just don't get tales of adventure like that anymore these days...