Back in the day, around 1975 or so, a local VFW Auxillary meeting was taking place one night, and the ladies had invited an old “Flyboy” as their guest speaker. The elderly gent had been a fighter pilot in both WW1 and WW2 and the VFW Post Commander thought he’d make a great speaker for the ladies, since his experience had covered both wars. As the ladies were getting their coffee served, the old Colonel was getting ready to be introduced. The Post Commander reminded him to watch his language in front of the women, since he had a reputation for “salty” talk in the regular meetings… He nodded his understanding, and then proceeded to give his talk. Afterwards, he opened the floor to questions. One lady asked him, "What was the most harrowing experience you had as a fighter pilot?:.
He thought a second and responded, “I’d have to say that the one that sticks in my mind the most is this one day, I was out over the Channel near the French Coast, low on fuel and out of ammo, headed for home. Right about this time, I looked up into the sun, and I spotted 12 Fokkers diving down at me! Then to make matters worse, I looked to my lower left, an’ there was 12 more Fokkers comin’ up at me!”… At this time, the Post Commander interjected, “Ladies, since some of you may not know the difference, a Fokker is a type of German fighter plane, right, Colonel?”
The Colonel nodded and said, "Damn-straight they are! An’ these Fokkers was MESSERSCHMITTS!!!"