In the early fifties I was in a Navy patrol bomber flight crew that patrolled the Korean coast for ten hours in search of submarines. This was an old WW2 prop driven bomber with a big round ball turret in the nose. This nose gunner sat there for hours with his knees tucked under his chin. There was a small hatch in the back of the ball where you crawled in and out but only when the guns were pointed forward. On patrol my best friend was in the turret for hours on end while I was sat comfortably on the flight deck operating the electronic equipment that made it possible for us to find submarines. I often swapped positions with him for a short time just to let him stretch his legs. I had mild claustrophobia and the guys in the crew knew it so one day as I was moving the turret around like a kid in an arcade, someone pulled the circuit breaker that powered the turret. The guns were pointed full starboard and I was locked in. I didn’t know what had happened but my first thought was what if we had to ditch at sea. There was no way I could get out. In this episode of Amazing stories I was on the edge of my seat for thirty minutes. I knew what the guy in that turret felt like.