BEagle, b
er, you guessed.
We also did the same with the 2A.
Waited until we had eaten the salmon and cucumber sandwiches and had our coffee before passing the tray up the front.
We had a very pernicity copilot, insisted on a clean white linen napkin. We also had to keep a pair of clean white flying gloves to serve him. Anyway, I digress.
As soon as we fed them we would roll in from the IP on to an evasive bomb run. A succession of high bank and high G, (well 1.5g at 45K in a big bomber is high), and that was lunch out of the way.
We found out, about 2 months later, where the copilot's lunch had gone when the chicken leg crawled out of his flying suit pocket.
Later of course, after several drinks we would wait until he was using his pee tube and do the next bomb run.