I went on a 3-week scuba expedition to England and Scotland with my ex, a few other Germans and an American back during the mid-80s. After unpacking and getting situated, we visited a pub near Harrogate, England. Once we ordered a pint, we sat down for planning our trip further north to Scotland.
Beer flowed pretty good. As we discussed our next move, in walks an elderly English gent, who overheard us speaking German.
"Germans!?!", he exclaimed. "Why are you here?", he asks. I told him we stopped for overnight on our way up north to Scotland. He starts screaming, "Gerries are back! Gerries are back!". Dude runs out the pub. Barmaid comes up to us and said don't mind him. He'd been captured by the Wehrmacht during WW2. Apparently, they roughed old boy up pretty bad as a POW.
Crazy stuff.