"Most of the Nazis I found struggling out of their parachutes onEnglish soil [during World War II] were arrogant and surly," the photographer Edward J. Dean later recalled. "One Luftwaffe ace, Wertain, was captured by a farmer armed with a pitchfork. He gave the countryman one of the numerous medals that adorned his tunic and told me in good English that the brown lounge suit he wore underneath had been cut for him in Saville Row some months before the war started. He always wore it when he flew over England, he told me in the farm kitchen where the farmer's wife gave him a cup of tea, so that he would look 'nice and smart' when he was finally run to earth and interned."
["A Nazi who showed some foresight in parachuting into the grounds of a hospital lost his parachute almost as soon as he got out of it. It was missing when the military escort arrived and its disappearance remained a mystery until it was learned that the nurses at the hospital had feloniously acquired it and cut it into several abbreviated undergarments for their own use. The authorities, always anxious that everything that came down with enemy airmen should be handed over to them, dropped their enquiries when this piece of news reached them."]