In WWII my father was ground crew in the RAF and worked on Lancasters - he was mostly in the South of England, and sharing aerodromes with American squadrons. He also worked on Typhoons which fired rockets to knock out trains, Mosquitoes and Dacotas. He mentioned the 'thousand bomber' raids, and the raid which caused the Dresden firestorm in particular, and waiting for the planes to return, looking at their watches knowing that they had only so much flying time.   

In bad weather they shared their huts on the dispersals with the black American ground crews as they were not allowed to use the ones the white Americans used, but no one had thought to provide huts for black Americans.

He mentioned how they would sing 'Coming in on a wing and a prayer' with wonderful harmonies, and also hymns - I don't know if he meant 'spirituals'. The English ground crews were treated to all sorts of luxury items, presumably stolen from the American messes as reward for their hospitality. Brandy, the best whisky, all sorts of cooked meat, salmon, and once even a huge sherry trifle were 'snaffled' and appeared in the hut.

Not even the English Officers' mess ate as well as they did.