Reminds me of a book I read called "Blue Skies" an autobiography of a Spitfire pilot. here's a copy and paste....
... "My first view of the tiny island of Malta is still a vivid memory. Through the mid-morning haze, it looked like a small golden leaf floating on the sea. I thought it looked ridiculously small, measuring roughly seven miles by fourteen miles, and our new airdrome, Takali, stood out as obvious and exposed.
"Gonda control," called Duke (Arthur), "Tampax squadron requesting landing instructions."
The reply came from Malta control: "Say again."
Duke returned, "Tampax leader requesting landing permission."
Gonda control again asked, "Say again, please. What call sign?"
Duke, now impatient, "Tampax leader."
"Please repeat call sign," intoned Gonda control.
By now Duke was obviously exasperated and certainly still seething over the loss of Cam. He roared into the radio, "Tampax leader. Tampax! Tampax! The stuff you shove up your snatch."
I could visualize the horror, the giggles, and the consternation that must have swept through the operations room. After another delay we finally received a polite and quiet reply instructing us to land at Takali airfield."