London had some new heroes last week: delayed-bomb-extraction squads. Londoners called them "fang pullers." The city buzzed with stories of these daring men who dug deep into the ground, lifted out the still-live explosives, and carried them off to destroy them in open places. One, looking down into a hole before climbing in, saw burst gas mains and cut electric cables and said: "I don't mind being gassed, I don't mind being blown up. But I don't bloody well like being electrocuted —are those wires SAFE?" Another sapper, sitting astride a bomb in its cavity, suddenly shouted: "Get me out...
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