As a US Navy aviation maintenance tech on Midway Island in 1976, I assisted a pair of Vulcans who were tasked with monitoring atmospheric radiation from above ground nuclear tests that was drifting over the Pacific. I’ll remember they arrived with a keg of fine ale in the bomb bay as a gift for the officers.

The aircraft had to be hosed down with fresh water after returning, before taxiing to the ramp.

One of the flight officers said they were high enough to see the glow of San Francisco as he gave me a brief tour of the crew compartment.

I loved watching the graceful landings as the big delta winged bird touched down and let the nose ride high in the air, bleeding off speed before letting the nose gear down and slowing to a stop. Helped change a main landing gear strut and enjoyed working with the RAF chaps.