Second hand story, as I was mostly non-existent during the really tense bits of of the cold war, but I had a chat with an Victor pilot at the Waddo show one year and got onto this very subject. His crew, all single guys, had discussed what to do on the way back from a 'sunshine laydown' (his term), and while other crews had elaborate plans that ended up with a V bomber on a tropical island, they decided that they would be using the aeroplane itself to have a go at something juicy nearby - SAM site, airfield, bridge, whatever presented itself. After recounting this he looked up and said "Of course, we were stupid boogers, the tropical island was a much better idea!"
Whole cold war thing still gives me the willies occasionally - I remember air raid drill at school in Gibraltar in the 1970s, where we were trained to hide under our desks in the event of WW3 breaking out. I'd love to know what those desks were made out of!!