In my unofficial role as WW II armour guru, I was sitting next to the GLO and a few others in either 2 or 4 Sqn, going over images of unidentified tanks littering NW Europe.
A very young, and very very pretty, WRAC attachee to the GLO was expounding on the delights of free-fall parachuting.
"The greatest thrill there is!"
At which a slack handful of lecherous Hunter pilots attempted to educate her, including offers she couldn't refuse.
Never did ID the tank.