One of my favourite biographies is by a navigator of a Mosquito Intruder called, "Terror In The Starboard Seat" all about his tour and one of his best accounts is of being directed by ground radar to intercept V1s over the Channel at night. To summarize:
Ground Radar intercept vectors us on to a target. We chase and realize that this one is doing over 450mph and lost it. The pilot vows it will never happen to him again. He gains ten thousand feet and swears to dive on the next target.
Ground control gives another interception vector and altitude and this time the pilot comes diving on full power only to overfly the target by 150mph because the Germans altered the speed and altitude of each launch. The pilot gets more bitter and determined to get the next one. So again he gains altitude and decides to do more of a controlled dive speed until he can get behind the next one.
Ground control gives them a third interception vector and altitude and the pilot does a controlled shallow power dive to get as close behind the V1 as he can before he lets go with the four 20mm hispano and four .303 brownings all at once.
Of the course the navigator writing of this encounter years later describes the view of the exhaust of th V1 as burning flame and bigger than the Sun because the pilot has approached so close to it by now. The pilot fires a burst and the V1 explodes and both are temporarily blinded.
They eventually land before daylight, get whisked away in a jeep to debriefing and breakfast. While eating breakfast the crew chief comes in and hustles them wordlessly back into the jeep and drives them out to their Mosquito where every bit of paint on the wings and fuselage were burnt off. Stunningly no iother damage but one very upset crew chief.