Ive always liked this story.

There was a legend in the 8th Air Force about a Flying Fortress with the call sign George 309.
After a raid deep into Germany, cut off from the rest of its formation, slashed and battered, the lone straggling Fortress crawled through the air back to England. Approaching its home base the pilot radioed the control tower:
"Hello, Lazy Fox. This is G for George, 309, calling Lazy Fox. Will you give me landing instructions please? Pilot and copilot dead, two engines feathered, fire in the radio room, vertical stabilizer gone, no flaps, no hydraulics, no brakes, control cables shot away, crew bailed out, bombardier wounded and flying the ship. Give me landing instructions."
After a brief pause the tower replied:
"I hear you, G for George. Here are your landing instructions. Repeat slowly, please, repeat slowly...
"Our Father who art in heaven......."

Flying Fortress by Martin Cadin