Stop me if I have told you this true tale before.
Met. men in BFG had a strange status: civilians, subject to Air Force Law, with a Dormant RAFVR commission all made out, and a variety of uniforms held in store ...... this against the day WW III cracked off.
However, some Met. men also had exercise deployment duties with HQ 1BR Corps or the Harrier Force, or indeed NATO.
It was deemed inappropriate to wear the RAFVR uniform, and equally inappropriate to wear a pair of jeans and a Hawaii shirt, so we were officially to be kitted in DPMs by the ARMY, and wearing a natty little Met. Office badge on the shoulders.
The army does have a sense of humour.
I went to see a QM or his WO at Bielefeld to draw my kit: all above board, ID, Pass, Chit.
Not a single pair of trousers was anywhere near short enough [I am vertically challended, as also intellectualy].
"Is there nobody in the army my size"
"Yessir ........ he popped in for the trousers only yesterday!"
The off-cuts from the legs made rotten camo. handkerchiefs.