I was once one of two Ground Engineers allocated to a crew tasked to Washington DC, ONS, and return. The aircraft was a clear flat floor, had two teams of "muppets" (apologies to the thinner skinned), two of every crew position and four RAF Police guards. We flew out empty, and returned with a "copy" of the "Little Boy" bomb for loan from the Smithsonian to the IWM. Full credit to the "no loan zone" principle (did you see that?), but, the original self destructed some years before, a little simple research might have revealed the real security requirements. Unfortunately, my photograph sitting astride the beast is located alongside my gunsight shot of Albert in my missing Nav bag, if anyone out there knows where it is Helppppppp
I'm orf for a swing in the hammock now.
Smudge
