Originally Posted by
Bigguy
My dad always told this story as true.
Back in the early 1960s we were stationed at Oberammergau Germany where dad's MOS was with the corporal and sergeant missile systems. Once a year they'd go up to Scotland for life fire. He was up there one year, trying to interact with a native Scotsman. They couldn't understand each other. Eventually a German came along. Both dad and the Scott could speak enough pigeon German to communicate with him. They wound up using him as a translator from American English to Scottish english.