A certain PPRuNer will no doubt recall a similar 'duck sacrifice' at Incirlik....
We had decided on Peking Duck as the last Det. meal before we returned to Blighty in our trusty FunBus. The duck was duly acquired at the Commissary and a plan made for the feast. Annointing the duck was no problem; however, as we had no Chinese pancakes (and couldn't be ar$ed to make any), a couple of aircrew decided to go and source some from the local economy....
Well, the duck went into the oven and started cooking nicely, so off we went to the Class 6 to find a rare old Peter Vella Red
. Which took a while as the establishment was quite busy....
Eventually, we left and walked back to the tanker accommodation. In the distance we could see a 'significant' grey haze coming out of the door. Upon arrival, the source was obvious - the whole lower floor was shrouded in thick smoke, which had more than a 'hint of duck' to it. It seems that there was a large hole in the top of the oven and the roasting duck fumes had very successfully made their bid for freedom. We opened all the doors and windows to clear the fug and to attempt to restore VFR, whereupon our trusty pancake sourcers reappeared bearing the fruits of their endeavours, having driven almost to Adana and back....
Well, the Peking duck turned out well and everyone enjoyed it. But a French Jaguar mate (who had spotted our very beautiful lady crew member and was attempting to make his target run, silly boy, without checking his six) had been royally watered by the tanker team and was nigh-on unconscious by the time we finally ate. Serves the bugger right!
Some years later I went back to INCZ; the aroma of roasting duck still permeated the UK tanker accommodation!
Happy days!