I can recommend this fascinating and somewhat haunting website:
It’s the Lancashire Aircraft Investigation Team, who go around checking out WW2 wreck sites, usually in locations where there wasn’t any military action. The pilots died on some bleak hill in the fog far away from the war, trying to get home before their fuel ran out; seventy years later the only thing that remains are engine components, fasteners, bits of metal buried where the wreck came to rest, an overgrown grave marker in a local churchyard.
Some of them hit towns. Blackpool, August, 1941:
It appeared that a flight of Boulton Paul Defiants had been ordered to make mock attacks on a Blackburn Botha flying beneath them; but they didn’t warn the Botha, and the pilot tried to evade, unfortunately straight into a Defiant. The Botha was chopped in two, sending it crashing onto Blackpool Central Station.
“At that point there was a terrific crash and the sound of tearing metal, the aircraft hit the floor of the station about four yards behind us, and near to the booking office. We were showered with aviation fuel and everywhere around us was a mass of flames. At that point my young mind was thinking that I would not see my young friends at home anymore. My mother who had a long coat on at the time due to the chilly day, held me close to her side as we ran towards where we thought the entrance was. I saw a woman in a flimsy dress engulfed in flames running, then she fell, I don’t know what became of her. Had it not been for mum’s big coat I don’t think we would have made it. My dad who was outside by then heard the explosion and turned around to see the station entrance a mass of flames, he was on his way in to find us just as we were emerging from the fire. He picked up a small injured baby from a pram on his way out. The blast of the explosion had blown the skin from the back of my hands and as I had short trousers on at the time, my legs were burned from the upper legs down to the ankles.”
The Defiant crashed into a house. The two householders survived; the two aircrew died. Amazing and thankfully only eighteen people in total lost their lives. Presumably this kind of thing was happening in Germany all the time, but worse, because the Botha was much smaller than a B-17 (it was roughly the size of a Douglas Havoc). And I imagine that some of those low-flying P-47 strafers from later on the war must have clipped rooftops and come to grief, spiralling into houses and market squares. And this happened every day for years.