There was an old tower when I was stationed in England. I have no idea how long it had been abandoned. I never thought to look that up. They abandoned it after the new tower was built on the other side of the runway. So, it sat alone on a hill on the north side of the flight line. As a patrolman, I became quite used to seeing that tower whenever I roamed that side of base. If I was not sure where something on that side of base was, I could ask where it was in reference to the old tower. I used to sit behind it when I wanted to avoid other vehicles, especially if I wanted to eat. Some of my colleagues made the mistake of thinking the leadership were not aware that we liked to sit back there. I was not one of them. I did not care as much to sit behind it at night, though. The tower at night was a creepy place to be near. I never liked going inside it, either, even during the day. It provided an ideal place for firefighters to conduct training and was the scene of more than one practical joke on fellow patrolmen, new and experienced alike. Despite my mixed feelings about the tower, I could never picture that side of base without it. It was torn down a few years ago now. I try to picture that hillside without the tower sitting at the top, but cannot.