Two more from Long Ago:
One, in my Post P.194, #3870 on the "Gaining a Pilot's Brevet..." Thread (currently in the doldrums in Page 2):
"There was worse to come. Although the Squadron's Ground Party was flown out and back in a Hastings (probably), the coffin came home separately in a Dakota. Of course, the sad reception ceremony was held in the (Thornaby) Mess, as it was only for the mourners and 608's private grief, so everyone else stayed away.
We have all had moments in our lives when some unguarded words have slipped out, and we wished the earth might open and swallow us up. The young man was very recently married, his desolate widow thanked the Dakota pilot for bringing him home. "It was a pleasure", blurted this poor devil (he'll live with that to his dying day!)".
Two, in one of my Posts somewhere (but can't find it now - happens frequently, particularly one or other of my three pairs of specs), so from memory:
Decades ago, it so happened that at certain RAF station (Can't remember which one, but she
was the Honorary Air Commodore of RAF Cottesmore), Princess Alexandra of Kent paid an official visit. The duty red carpet was hoovered, all was made ready for the great day, and the Princess duly arrived with her entourage, flanked by the AOC with his.
To recover from the rigours of the journey, they all repaired to the Mess for light refreshment. Now, to celebrate the visit, one of the resident Squadrons had planned a display that afternoon, in which they would do a fly past in a "P" with "A" formation in her honour. This was supposed to be a secret, but somehow the Princess had got wind of (some of) it. So when the (rather nervous) Squadron Commander was introduced to her in the anteroom, she brightly put him at ease with: "Wing Commander, I believe your boys are going to do an "A" for me after lunch"..... "Yes, Ma'am", said this unhappy wretch, and then, before he could check himself, "And we're going to do a "P" for you, too".
For a long second everyone froze in horror. The Station Commander went pale. The AOC's brow grew black as thunder. The Ladies in Waiting and the wives gasped. Then the Princess threw back her head and roared with laughter. Of course, everone joined in (but the AOC and Station Commander with gritted teeth).
What happened to him ? Don't know, but he won't forget
that day in a hurry!
Moral:
Don't let your mouth in before your brain's in gear! 
Danny.