Epic.
My dad was a German solider in WW2. He shot down a P-51 that had strafed his regiment in Normandy commanding a flak in a suicidal way (which he clearly survived, even though he admitted he was entirely intending to die in that battle-lust moment). He lovingly built P-51 models for the rest of his life, I have vivid memories of assisting him - those were quality time moments between dad and son. It got him the Iron Cross first class, which he exchanged for 2 or 3 potatoes with a GI while on the POW boat to Canada. He never moved back to Germany after WW2.
Our P-51 models did win a prize or two in those model competitions. I don't know why but typing this made me shed a tear. Those guys were something else. He did meet the P-51 pilot (he did bail out and was fine, even though lost a foot - my dad lost an eye) after WW2 and they became life-long friends. RIP, guys. In a twist of fate, they died within 48 hours of each other.