Its many years later in 1969, at RAF Waddington. A Canberra enters the circuit with a "hang-up" and I'm sent out to marshal it to a stop on the peri-track, far away from buildings - and anything else apart from me! The aircraft lands and taxis round to where I'm waiting, with the entire RAF Regiment Crash section following at a respectful distance. When he comes to a standstill with engines running, the pilot signals me to open the door. Out pops the navigator, who runs under the wing and reappears with a practice bomb tucked under his arm. He gets back into the aircraft and away they go again.
I suppose he stowed it safely away in his Nav-Bag, but it makes you think.
