I remember being on the Baumholder MTA and calling into Range Control one night:
"Range Control, this is Area Juliet/Whiskey, over."
"Last calling say again, over."
"Range Control, this is Area Juliet/Whiskey, over." slightly exasperated....
"Last calling, did you say 'Area Juliet/Whiskey, over?"
"Range Control, this is Area Juliet/Whiskey, reporting all training activities have ceased for the night." (Germany had Quiet Hours Laws that had to be abided by and you had cease any noisy activities and call in to report that you were now going to STFU.)
"Last calling, we ain't got no area Juliet/Whiskey."
Me getting pissed: "Range Control, YOU KNOW THE TWO BIG FREAKIN' TRAINING AREAS SOUTH OF THE SOUTH TANK TRAIL, OVER"
"We don't have a South Tank Trail, over"
Me, pissed and confuddled: "WHO ARE YOU, over?"
"Toole Army Depot*, where are you?"
"No *expletive deleted*, I'm in Baumholder, Germany, over."
We talked for about a minute and then I got interrupted by Baumholder (US) Range Control wanting to know who I had been talking to on the restricted range control freq.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, over"
*Utah, US of A