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Crash one
My mother had a system, "that sounds like one of theirs, you hide under the stairs while I have a look"
Somewhere around the Dead Sea. A military aircraft flies down the dead centre (ha ha see what I did there) of the lake.
Me: Whose is that?
Tourist guide: Did it shoot at us?
Me: No.
Tourist guide: Then it's one of ours.
This was 1973, not very many weeks before Yom Kippur.