I was a bombardier in the 450th BG. On a mission over the Balkans I was in the rear bomb-bay pulling the pins from the bombs and found what I thought was a gas leak.
You all know how serious that could be. I saw liquid running down the bomb-bay doors. I stuck my finger in the liquid and smelled it and couldn't identify it..... so I got down on my knees,
with a fine mist blowing in my face, and smelled again trying to identify the liquid. Just then I looked up and saw the pilot using the relief tube at the front of the front bomb bay.
Need I saw more???? You'll have to guess what I said to my pilot. What the hell are you laughing about????? I didn't think that was so funny. I got even with him later.
One night we were in the "Cottontail Club" Having a Vino and munching peanuts the night before a mission. I told him to take it easy on the peanuts. Next day while heading for the
target he thought he had to pass gas...it wasn't. Being the resourceful guy we all learned to be, he just turned his heated suit up and dried it out. Then he complained that he felt like
he was sitting in gravel for the next five hours. After we got out of the danger zone I was laying in the nose ready to take a nap and I called on the intercom and said "Take me home Andy
I've done my job." God rest his soul. He went on the "Big Mission" last year. I'd love to tell you about the night he and I got into the Casbah in Tunis on the way over but that will have
to wait till just a few of us fellows get together in the back of a bar some night. Those were the good old days.......