The multi-national EX BOLD GAUNTLET ("Don't mention the word 'corridor' chaps!") was held at Gutersloh one year. Spams who took everything very seriously were there with their F-15s evolving clever tactics, we were there with our F-4s and a C-130 and the French were there with their Mirage III and a C-160 - to have a good time.
One evening we were having a few wets in the OM bar talking to the FAF pilotes de chasse. All of a sudden some wanton PMRAFNS trollop came over and put her arms around the waist of one FAF mate. With admirable sangfroid, he carefully put down his beer and cigarette, then led her off to the Keller Bar to satisfy her rather obvious needs.
About 10 min later he reappeared, relit his cigarette, took a swig from his beer, then shrugged his shoulders and said "Eh bien - pas mal!" before resuming his previous conversation as if nothing had happened...
The Spams invited the FAF colonel to go for a trip in an F-15 T-bird, which he gladly accepted. At pre-flight he was being fitted with American flight kit, but when he was sized for a g-suit, he pompously announced "I am a fighter pilot - I do not need a G-suit". Whereupon the US det cdr sought out the meanest, most raw meat-eating rip **** of his pilots and asked him to take Le Colonel for his trip, explaining with a wink that "He says he doesn't need a G-suit - perhaps he might be mistaken?". A few minutes later, the F-15 was seen to take off in full A/B, accelerate to warp lots then snapping into a max rate climbing spiral to flight level nosebleed, before rolling over to spiral back down in a max rate descending spiral to initials....
"How did he like his trip", asked the det cdr - to be told that Le Colonel had been slumped in a heap in his seat from the start of the climb until back at initials. Later he said that it had been "Very interesting" and was then presented with his Eagle flight certificate - but not until he'd been given the traditional raw egg to eat, shell and all
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