Even when he is in mufti, his erect military bearing is obvious. And as Admiral Stansfield Turner passes military men in the CIA's spacious corridors, they often salute automatically. When he descends from his seventh-floor office in a private, key-operated elevator and steps into his sedan, the chauffeur calls him "Admiral" rather than "Director." Turner likes it that way. After 34 years in the Navy, he is all salt.
The admiral and his wife Patricia are living in an officer's house at the Washington Navy Yard. He plays tennis at 6:45 a.m. twice a week on Navy courts with a neighbor, Vice...
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