Tales from the RAF.
A Canberra was going on a Nav ex and I was out front controlling things. I pointed to the port engine, there a bang and a cloud of black smoke and No 1 comes up to idle. I point to starboard and all hell is let loose, the turbo starter explodes throwing red hot turbine blades through the fuselage side into
No 1 tank, kerosene floods out onto the still burning cartridge and the whole lot goes up! I'll give the crew there due, they were out in ten seconds, they even rescued there chutes ( They had to, they would have to pay for them!) An emergency phone call to the fire section and the fire sections' brand new Rolls Royce powered fire engine comes hurtling round the peri track. It squeals to halt at the blaze and an erk in gents natty asbestos suiting jumps down, points a huge pipe at the blaze and shouts S"end it froo. Noffink came Froo". They were so busy polishing their new toy, they had'nt filled it with foam. So us ground crew, stood round in a big circle continued warming our hads at the bo nfire, after all it was a cold January! After a while the wheel hubs and cockpit coaming which were magnesium alloy went up, we averted our eyes till it subsided (Self preservation?) After another ten minutes or so, some one muttered, "What about the ejector seats". We all backed of a sensible 20 yards more and sure enough there was a triple explosion and three seat tubes shot a couple of hundred feet into the air dragging the remains of the seats with them. The next morning there was a silhouette of a Canberra burnt into the tarmac and two Avon engines in situ. There were also new faces at the fire section a few days later.
Ken