My uncle was a flight seargent in the RAF. He took me on a tour of the base in Munchengladbach when I was there a long time ago. All I can remember now are the Jaguar recon planes. And the noise they made. I stayed with his family on the base around Christmas for a week or so. Oh, and I got to drink beer at 15. Pretty cool. I may have to give some thought to an RAF tartan kilt.