One time my wife and I were staying at a hotel in Calgary. Went to the bar for a couple of drinks. There were four men in the bar sitting at a table with coon skin caps on their heads. I thought this was just a tad odd. I had one of this in the 50s. What was even odder was that one of them kept looking at me. We finally make contact with them and invited them to our booth. It turned out they were medics in the British Army in the 3rd Battlion Parachute Regiment. They bought the hats as a joke. We wound up sitting together for a long night of drinking and telling stories. They were familar with California because much to my surpise they had been to El Centro California quite a few times for training missions. In my expirience no one in there right mind goes to El Centro as a destination. Most people have never even heard of it but apparently the British Army goes there because of the stable weather condition for jumping out of planes.
I only remember one of their names because it was John Kennedy. He was the one that kept appologising for any of the others rude behavior in front of my wife. At one point I had push one of them and smack his hand away when he tried to grab my wifes ass when she as she got up to go to the restroom. John again appologised for his friends behavior and calmed things down. If found out the reason one of them kept looking at me was because I had a very colorful OP Hawaiian shirt on that he really liked. He asked if I would trade it for his Parachute Regiment sweat shirt he had on. I jumped at the chance and we traded right there in the bar. This was just before the Falklands War of which they were a part and we always wonder what happened to them.