Well I lost the body for about an hour.
My job was to carry paper work back to the dead soldiers parents and to see to it that his coffin was properly loaded onto the plane and delivered to the Funeral Home in upstate NY..
The flight originated at Colorado Springs and stopped in Chicago.
I stayed on board and waited for us to continue on to JFK.
Once we hit the asphalt at JFK my job was to get off the plane and witness the coffin being carried off the plane and into the Funeral Home Hearse.
There was no coffin on that plane...!!
Imagine being in my shoes right then...!
Long story short the Airline Company took it upon themselves to take the coffin off the plane without telling me and they threw it onto a different plane that was headed to JFK before the plane I was on was due to arrive.
After much frantic searching the coffin was found baking in the sun on the tarmac all by itself and even though I was furious I was also very happy to see it.