Excuse me sir, put that blaady fag out!
Just a quicky, I can remember sitting at Lossie looking out over the VASS pan watching a Belgian F105 starfighter taxi to a stop. A bowser rolls up and one of the VASS SACs starts refuelling. One of the quirks of the F105 was that it was open line refuelling, a bit like the petrol pump at the garage (open flap, stick nozzle in, pull handle).
Pilot of said F105 by this time has unstrapped, taken off his helmet and is now sat on the top step of the ladder. Without a care in the world he then reaches into his flying suit, takes out a packet of fags and sets about lighting up.
The ensuing discussion between the VASS chiefy and the Belgian pilot was brief and one sided.
Ogre