Two memories of the 10.
Tanking north of the UK pretty low & bumpy under a CB. The VC-10 guys hung in there till we'd got the 3K each we'd asked for before giving us the red, much appreciated. I also liked their willingness to turn upthreat with us plugged in when Magic called inbound contacts.
Deployment on a Sunday for Desert Shield. Two F3 crews arrive hotfoot at Brize in an Andover and are told "that VC10's your ride, you're at the back". We climb the steps to find no crew and the fuselage packed with stores. We crawled to the back between the netting and the roof and find about 8 square feet of floorspace, whence we proceeded to play bridge for 5 hours. When it all stopped moving, we crawled forward (took a while, there was very little space) again finding no crew. Weird experience. I'm not sure the crew even knew we were there.