"...I have delivered pizzas, tea urns, ammunition, rocks and mail and nurses..."
Splendid - "Quadrastagiione and a horny little blonde nurse to go please. To go, that is, like a belt fed mortar!"
When I was based at Wattisham in the days before the dung-eaters in their horrid clattering horse-scarers took it over, an occasional visitor was a certain 3-bag GAF F4. This would land, taxy in, shut down; the crew would hop out and their bottle of Asbach would be lawfully OK'd by the cutoms wallah. Then the Germans would hang around whilst their jet was towed into a hangar.... It invariably carried a bright yellow 4000 lb centreline tank which, unusually, had a large maintenance access panel.
"Ve are vaiting for unser lift from Cottesmore", they would explain, adding that their 'rules' only permitted them to leave their jet at an RAF F-4 base in case any technical assistance was needed. Bit of a thin story that, since their jet was totally different to the FGR2....
Then their buddy from Cottesmore would turn up in a largish wagon. After a furtive look around, off would come the tank access panel - and out would come all sorts of contraband for their TTTE friends. Not just Bratties and good beer, but once an entire Mercedes Benz exhaust system!
Splendid Teutonic efficiency!