Just been reading the Echo
someone was renovating a house and found something that looked like a bomb - which is not impossible in Liverpool
apparently we imported a lot from Germany some time ago
anyway - this is his quote
"At first we didn't know what it said, I thought it
looked like a bomb but Tim was saying 'no, it's not a bomb' and started hitting it with a hammer. He was saying 'see, it's not exploding.'
Yup - these people actually exist
Little story
Whwn my Dad was an armourer in WW2 he was a Corporal
i.e not actually in charge but the one who knew what needed doing
anyway they were putting some bombs in a plane (probably a Stirling) and some of then were defective
time was short (as was the Stirling - sorry) and the Sergeant just truned round to a random airman/armourer and told him to head off to the bomb dump and get x replacement bombs
my Dad said he heard this but was busy so didn;t take much notice
the sergeant then swore loudly and looked at my Dad and said
"Was that xxx??"
My Dad looked around and confirmed it
now xxx was the son of a VERY high ranking officer in the RAF
and if his sone was a junior airman and severl years service in wartime to can probably guess his level of ability
i.e. he was a moron and his Dad got him somewhere safe and where someone like a Sergeant could make sure he didn;t do any damage
and this Sergeant had just sent him into a bomb dump!!!
anyway - he yelled "**** - Price - run like hell and make sure he isn;t doing anything stupid"
(Price is my name - and, before anyone say anything, therefore mine!!)
my Dad legged it to the bomb dump and got there a while after the moron who was on a bomb truck
and found him happily loading up some bombs
the correct size and shape of bombs
but prettier because they had red veins over them
the red veins were something everyone (well almost everyone) knew about
it meant they were booby trap bombs designed to drop, land and then a trembler was activated to make it explode when moved even a little bit
and they were kept in a VERY well signed seperate - very seperate - part of the bomb dump
my Dad said he grabbed hold of the bloke and dragged him out leaving the bomb truck behind
then got a new one and loaded the correct bombs
He told me this over a few pints when we went to the RIAT air show at the very same base (Fairford) - we went there every year
anyway - end of story