I was fifteen at the time and about to leave school at Christmas. I was watching TV news showing pictures of Russian ships carrying what looked like covered missiles en route to Cuba. This was getting serious and noticed my Dad keeping an eye on events. Next day a Policeman came to our door (only phone them days was at the end of our street) and asked my Dad (a Master Pilot in the RAF to return to RAF Northolt ASAP), he was on leave at the time. The next day at school (in Rutland) at break I told the RAF lads from RAF Cottesmore that Dad had been recalled and told them that on my way to school (on the train from Stamford to Oakham) that the Thor missiles at RAF North Luffenham had been raised, all three of them. RAF kids from Cottesmore said the Victors had been taking off and landing all night. I could hear the Vulcans at RAF Wittering had been doing the same all night too. Dad left me instructions that under the stairs would be best to shelter if he never came back. He did come back when it was all over but he wouldant reveal anything about his orders.