Not long after I'd had a (second!) occasion to punch off 2 x 230 gall drop tanks from my Hunter, I was having lunch with a colleague in the OM at RAF Brawdy when we were joined by a couple of spooks from the 'biscuit factory' (as we called the US NAVFAC - which was commanded by a Capt Jacobs).
"Hope he didn't blow your ears off when he dropped his tanks in the bay the other day?", quipped my colleague.
At which the spooks simply got up and walked away....
