There's got to be a million of 'em. Here's 2 for starters:
There used to be an old cannon parked outside the entrance of the Dragon pub at Laggan (The Laggan Dragon). After a particularly beasty weekend the team stopped off at said pub for a light ale or two. After they were unceremoniously chucked out it was decided to 'liberate' the said cannon. Being too heavy to lift into the back of a 3-tonner it was hitched up and towed back to ISK and secreted in the MRT premises. The cops rolled up the following day and asked for the cannon to be taken back (note: it was all very civilised in them days - no threats of being charged etc)
How did they get on to it so quickly? Simple - just followed the white line trails of the metal gun carriage wheels on the tarmac. Doh!
Sharjah - about 1967 from memory - Hunter on APC managed to become mesmerised by his rockets going in, realised too late on pull up, underwing tanks caught on the top of a slight hill and he managed to spread himself for about 3 miles down the wadi.
When we were called out to pick up the bits the largest that we found was a bit of incinerated skull welded to a piece of bone dome. But I do remember one of the guys shouting out "I've got something 'ere" (ear).
The black humour kept ones mind of the awful task in hand.