The phone rang and the LCC blinked a little light that told me the guards "topside"  were calling. When I answered their call, I heard the voice of an excited airman who told me that parties unknown had tried to climb the fence surrounding Site 2F.  Our guards had shouted a warning and then fired shots in the direction on the would-be  perpetrators.  The airman requested that I send up the other two guards who were  sleeping and also that I open the gate so that he could pursue the bad guys who had  disappeared into the nearby woods after his warning shots.  I declined his request to  open the gates while Tim ran to get the other two guards out of bed and out there  with their buddies.  My next step was to call our local command post and declare a  SEVEN HIGH.  After describing our situation, I heard the local or alternate command  post calling the real command post and reporting our 7 high.  I heard my name, missile  site 2F, and all kinds of information being relayed to the command post.  I heard the command post relay to others that there was a 7 high in progress.  WOW, this is really  big Doug, do not screw up!  The local command post called back and told me that Air  Police from Fairchild were on the way.  I was given a new password for the Air Police  and the name of their leader, Frank Steele.  Frank is coming out here, great.  I knew  Frank.  He was from Rochester NY and we had weathered a few Happy Hours together,  he was a good guy.

 Tim was back in the LCC with me and we tried as best we could to see what the  guards were doing but as you know, the TV cameras did not do much except look at  the gate and the door.  Before I knew it, I heard the voice of Frank Steele calling from  the gate.  He gave me the password and in he came along with a couple of big AP's.  The other AP's who had come with Frank were sent out to scout the perimeter of 2F  and see were the tracks in the snow made by the perpetrators went.  Meanwhile, Frank  and his people were now in the LCC with Tim and I. I was bringing them up to date and  feeling pretty good about being on top of things when the door to the little sleeping area  just off the LCC opened. 

Out stepped Lt. Col.  Merle Dean Turner.  He was dressed  in white shorts and a T shirt, a PCC envelope and a 38 revolver.  He looked at me and asked in a rather loud voice, "what the  ##!!!**** is going on?" I had forgotten to wake  my boss!  What a jerk!  I had done all that I thought I should do and never even thought  about the Col. Impossible, but I was guilty.  Col.  Turner looked at the AP's, all squared away with highly polished boots bloused in  the paratrooper style.  He then looked at Frank Steele who looked backed at me as I  proceeded to brief the Col. It was not a good briefing and I think I caught sight of Tim  tip toeing out of the room putting his ear plugs back in.

 We were interrupted by the guards calling down.  The AP's had tracked down the  scoundrels who tried to breach our fence.  It turns out it was a herd of deer had come  roaming out of the woods and our guards had apparently miscounted the number of legs  the perpetrators had.  So, Col. Turner took over.  He called the CP's and called off my  7 high.  Frank and his guys headed back to Fairchild.  I was left to spend the rest of the  shift with Col.  Turner.  Just the two of us in the LCR.

 During the almost two years that I worked for Col.  Turner I learned a lot.  That night  in the LCR was one of those times.  I will never forget how professionally he handled  an eager but not too bright subordinate.  I am sorry to end this by reporting that Col.  Turner was killed in Vietnam.