Chief DOE bloke at Valley when I was there was an amiable ex-Halifax skipper who had parted company with said beast over Germany one dark night.
But he and his wife developed a friendship with the locals of the city in question after the war, having gone back to talk things over.
A few years later they were visiting Munich around the time of the Olympics as guests of the friendly Germans. DOE chap's wife was much taken by all the work which had been done for the Olympics as she exclaimed "What a beautiful, modern city with so many attractive new buildings!"
"Ach, Ja", replied their host, "But your husband voz our chief town planner!".
Ve DO haff a sense of humour!
And another flash of German humour:
Just after the wall came down and the borders opened, hordes of Trabbis poured over with their enthusiastic occupants keen to escape from the greyness of East Germany. Now, had this been the UK it would have been like Glastonbury without the music; hundreds of people camped in mud and squalor looking pretty desperate. But, of course, this was Germany. Everyone was checked in, processed and given somewhere warm and dry in a transit camp before going on to their destinations. I asked a German mate how they'd done this - was this some grand Op Order which had been written years before just waiting to be put into effect? Or just German efficiency.
"Ach, it voss neither, really. You see........ve Tchermans know a thing or two about camps" he said in a cartoon accent!