While working mid shift on the hill, the Ditty Boppers would get restless. This was the most dangerous time for a new 202 floor analyst. During my tour I was tied up and left hanging from the rafters, hog tied and left on the Training NCOIC’s desk, and also tied and placed on a maintenance cart parked in the commanders parking place. The next morning the Commander arrived and said “Slow night SSgt.” I responded in the affirmative. The CO Then went into the ops building without even untying me. Even when the relieving flight arrived, no one would let me loose. Finally, the last Dawg flt guy let me go. We went to the squadron lounge and had a few cheese burgers (cover term for screwdriver ).
Those were the days I will always remember.
GiantMan