Right until he settles into the chair, you would never know he has it in him. He's just Don Bender, a mild-mannered, middle-aged advertising consultant and amateur historian with a thing for tweed jackets.Then he sits.Suddenly, with a bank of radar screens and a wall full of buttons and knobs in front of him, he's Don Bender, missile commander. The Red Menace needs to be shot out of the sky, and the launch button at his fingertips for the nuclear-tipped Nike missile is America's last line of defense."We've got a Russian bomber 110 miles out," Bender yells to his imaginary...