Ken, Disko Hit was THE main show back then. Was the air combat control center for SE Europe. Was designed to take a direct nuclear hit and still function. Similar to Cheyenne Mountain from what I heard.
Had a lunatic gung ho Army colonel that wanted to seal us up inside during a big exercise we had. That meant pouring concrete over the entrance. He was overruled by the general. Found out there was another very tight entrance to the surface that was used for guard posting at the top. Long twisting narrow steps from the main tunnel going up. And dark. Walked up it once at night.
Did a lot of double deck pinochle playing there with the crypto guys. Read a million books. Mid shifts were brutal there. Couldn't wait for the canteen to open in the morning for breakfast and hit the daylight going home.
Was a very self sufficient operation. Was designed to be cut off from the rest of the world and still be able to destroy part of it.
It was pretty much an American operation. There was a sizeable Greek presence, along with just a few from other NATO countries. Damned Greeks kept the PX stripped of popular items they flew back to Athens to sell. They had some Turk clerks alerting them when those items were being put out. Blackmarketing was big there. I think the per capita income for Turks then was something like $300 a year. Official rate was 14 lira to a dollar, black market was 16. Everyone did black market currency exchange. The Class 6 store made a lot of people rich. I seem to remember the American and NATO rations were something like 6 fifths a month. I hardly used mine. The money was the only thing blackmarket I really did.
Sent the family home after the earthquake about 3 months early. Was too nervewracking worrying about them buried in that mountain working. My blackmarket connection and part time sex partner then tried to get me to defower her 13 yr old daughter. I knew better than that. Had to be careful who you dealt with and how there. My security training and developed cautiousness served me well.
Can't remember the exact location, but the post office, BX, commissary, Class 6 store, magazine shop, and whatever else was clustered, with the theater and NCO club within a few blocks down the road. Parked near the APO and walked around a corner or traffic circle to them.
Funny thing after leaving there. Took me a while to break my jaywalking habit I picked up there.