My Dad was in the Air Force. We lived in England in the late fifties at a base in East Anglia, home of the Mighty Eighth.The base we were at , RAF Station Sculthorpe was a SAC base with medium bombers, first with the North American B-45 Tornado and then the Douglas B-66 Destroyer all of the 47th Bomb Wing.
My Mom and Dad were always taking my brother and I somewhere neat, a castle one day, Robin Hoods Forest another. One day my Dad had my brother and me in the car driving out to another AFB, abandoned. This place sent shivers up my spine. It was just like the opening scenes of Twelve O'clock High. There was the empty runway. the empty control tower everything but the sound track. I heard it though, even if my Dad and Brother didn't. Going inside the control tower was just like the movie with the painted pictures on the wall and all. Something I'll never forget.