My DH was stationed in Europe for 13 years. I have no idea how many times I went back and forth. The first time is the worst because you don't know what is going to happen next. After a few times just tried to get a good seat and would be sleeping before we took off. More boring than anything. We came back to the US in 2001. That last time I went through Frankfort I was searched so roughly I asked the scary looking woman doing it if it was good for her? I'm not sure what she was gropping for, or if she understood me, I'm pretty sure she did, she just grunted and shoved me on my way.
Over the years I had some and seen some wierd stuff happen. Just got to roll with it.