My grandfather is 95 (possibly his birthday today in fact)
and as such not only had some thoroughly interesting stories from the war (he flew gliders that carried tanks and after one crash landing had to swim a river while being shot at by the Bosch) but had some from before the war as well.

In the 30s he was a librarian and as part of some kind of librarian exchange programme he worked in Germany for a while. This led to him seeing Hitler at the Berlin Olympics in 1936 among other things.
Last time I discussed such matters with him he told me about the chap who was assigned to him while he was over there to keep an eye on him. Ostensibly he was there to make sure my grandfather was getting on ok, but it seems likely that he was actually there to prevent any spying from going.

As smug self-satisfaction runs strongly through the male side of my family it is not surprising that my grandfather somehow managed to weasel something of his memoirs into a museum. Unfortunately for the conclusion of this tale I can't remember which one. British Museum or the Imperial War Museum I believe.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 6 Jun 2011, 21:16, Reply)