"I wouldn't know" dad replied. "I'm a navigator!"
A similar tale from our 7ft tall blonde Luftwaffe mate on 56F in the early 1980s. Before arriving at RAF Wattisham, he'd been sent to RAF Brawdy to do a UK Orientation Course and was soon plonked into the front seat of one of HM's Hawks. "Intense course these Brits run", he mused. Off they went, with the gallant Hauptmann at the helm...
After an hour of poling around Pembrokeshire, back they came to land. At this stage the QFI decided that he was a bit concerned about the skill level our heroic Hauptmann was displaying, so decided to take control and landed.
Come the debrief he was quite diplomatic about the somewhat agricultural flying skills he'd witnessed, but concluded "Well, mate, a couple more trips and we'll send you off on your own!".
"But sir, Ich bin ein Navigator!"
"WTF....
Oh well, bŁoody good show, mate!"