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Skilled Investigator
Introduction
In September, 1954, while performing security duty with the USAF in Great Britain, I encountered an alien space craft. For 7 or 17 minutes, I observed a bizarre, fantastic display. Twelve hours later, it was completely erased from my mind.
Forty-one years later, in 1995, after six months of probing bits and pieces, pieces and bits, I recollected and recognized , vividly, most of what I saw. Ten years later, in 2005, I had learned to slow down images in my mind, and the final pieces made an appearance.
The troop carrier veered wide right There were no planes in sight. We were moving by the main hangar which was closed. The truck slowed and began to turn as we approached the outer fence. Aside the barbed wire outer fence was the fuel dump. The truck stopped. The rear gate was dropped. My name was called. I got up from my seat in the back, head bent under the overhead canvas, staggered between stretched feet and vertical carbines, turned and climbed down a step. The security guard I was relieving was half-way between the fuel dump and the truck. We didn’t say a word as we passed. I didn’t recognize him. He may have been one of the many replacements who recently joined the squadron. This post was new, I never guarded a fuel dump in my nearly four years in the Air Force. I looked back when I got to the fuel dump and the truck was gone. Facing it, on the left, the barbed wired fence ended and turned at a 90 degree angle paralleling the wooden platform towards the street. I couldn’t see over the platform. It must have over six feet high. On the right, the fence returned and paralleled the side of the hangar. and the two large windowless buildings appending the hangar. There were wooden steps up to the top of the platform. I proceeded to climb them. The fence separated the rear of the platform from a paved dead end street.Across the street, were some RAF quarters, a few houses with driveways. To the left, it was difficult to tell how far the street extended. There were many trees along side the outer fence. Looking up the street, the road veered behind trees towards the main gate where we came in. Looking at the floor of the platform, I assumed the fuel hoses were underneath. I noticed a narrowing of a path behind the rear buildings and the barbed fence.I decided the best position to guard the dump was to stand on top of the platform. But there was no need to stay up there yet. There is still light. My shift was four to midnight.I went down the steps. I was amazed at the size of the hangar. This is the closest I’ve been to it. It may have been over 100 feet high and with the appendages, over 200 feet in length. I stretched the strap of my carbine on my right shoulder and began to slowly pace in front of the wooden platform’s sidewall, to and fro.
I heard a car up the street slowing and turning. I started to climb the steps. I moved my carbine to the other shoulder. My feet anticipated my thoughts and I cut across the wood to the edge. Just then, I saw a car driving slowly down the street. I didn’t feel that I should stand so close to the boundary so I meandered back to a position atop the steps. The car turned into the driveway across from me and I noticed a RAF officer, carrying a leather bag and a small grocery bag, walking to the front door of the house.... The low September sun was searching the street. I started pacing back and forth at the level where the outer fence paralled the hangar.The more I moved my thoughts started drifting to the end of my tour of duty. I enlisted in the first days of January, 1951 and now its September 10th , 1954, approximately three months and three weeks until my discharge. The turnover at the Air Police Squadron was huge the past few months, so many new faces. I felt it was difficult getting close to anyone. The newcomers felt the tension and stayed amongst themselves. Most of those I was closest to were gone. I guess one defers a void by planning for the future. I’ve long decided that I’d go to college on the GI Bill. But that was as far as I’d planned.
The RAF Mildenhall base was under command of the Strategic Air Command (SAC).I’d been here for over two years. I spent a lot of duty on the main gate and the walking entrance, and a little time on jeep patrol of the base. Most of my time had been on the perimeter runways guarding bombers. Although I’m classified as a Korean War vet, my duty was primarily one as a Cold War warrior. Translated, I was the grunt who had the responsibility to make sure no harm was done to the heavy bombers during the day or overnight, and I would challenge the air crew when they arrived to take possesion of the plane. We worked eight four hour days and had three days off. We worked shift - 8 AM to 4 PM - 4 PM to 12 AM - 12 AM to 8 AM.
I guess I know why we are guarding the fuel dump. Once or twice a year, there is an ongoing operation for testing the air base defenses. I can recall that at every base I've been at most of these probes have been successful. A new post assignment follows the failure of the air base's defenses.
This assignment is relatively easy. I think the worst duty assignment I had was the 12 AM to 8 AM shift at Mac Dill AFB in Tampa. the headquarters of SAC, guarding the Bomb Dump. The dump was very isolated, near the Bay waters and surrounded by palmettos. And when there was no moon it was very dark and it had rattle snakes to keep you company. On my first assignment there, no one told me to bring a flash light. I was fortunate there was a moon that night. I'd walk the length of a building and back. A rattler would inevitably cross my path and make a territorial claim with its rattling. Instinctly, I'd take the carbon off my shoulder and rap the ground with the butt of the rifle. That's all it took to see the rattler scurry. I wouldn't have wanted to confront two or more rattlers in the same area. I heard a shooting or two from the bomb dump area when I was out on the perimeter runways babysitting large bombers.
I came out of a reverie. I spun around in space. It dawned on me that the lights in front of the hangar were on and lit up the tarmac and the trees outside the fence. A light fog hung around the trees. And just as suddenly, the base spotlight which was located inside the runways near the middle of the airfield splashed the trees with a yellow beam. The beam jerked from tree top to tree top. It couldn't get any lower. It appeared to be searching for something. It hugged the trees and quickly moved out of sight. I kept looking for it but it didn't return.
I didn't wear a watch but guessed it was past 8:30 PM. I was standing at the top of the stairs. My shoulder felt uncomfortable. I took the carbine and placed it barrel down on my right shoulder. It felt better as I stretched out the strap.
I felt something burn on the top of my head. Instinctly, I turned my head and looked up behind me. Above me, about thirty feet away, a luminous craft stood stationary, silent, motionless and non-threatening. The luminosity gave off a polished bronze in color. I gripped the strap of the carbine and realized the weapon was in an awkward position. I started focusing on the craft.I didn't move a muscle and my head kept looking back and up. The metallic "object" looked too smooth. It was elliptical in shape like a football with rounded cones. I reacted by looking for an imperfection. I looked at the middle of the craft and scanned right across the length. I dropped my vision about a foot and scanned left across the length. I repeated the process again and again. As I was getting lower I was scanning every two feet. Finally, I was losing patience and lifted my eyes and refocused on the total visible craft.
Right then I was taken aback as I was confronted with two round port holes above the middle off the craft. They were not there when I first observed it. I stared at the left port. I was looking for movement or a shadow.There appeared to be a screen or a filter inside the port blocking my vision. However on the side of the screen, a bright yellow light filled the inside. I moved my eyes to the other port and it was the same as the first. I kept staring at the craft, not knowing what to do, when a deep feeling of disbelief over-whelmed me. I thought what I was seeing was a reflection from the base spotlight that must have been bouncing off some clouds. I looked above and around the object. I turned my head towards the trees where I first saw the base spotlight beam. I didn’t see any light. I turned my head back and up to the object. It was gone.
My peripheral vision caught a movement. I turned my head and the craft was above and beside me. It was about 25 feet away. It was moving very slowly.The craft was between 16 to 20 feet long and about 8 to 10 feet high.I didn't get anything new looking at the ports. It must have been going about three miles an hour without a sound. I could have walked right under it. It moved on a straight line without any deviation. I thought "they must be looking inside the hanger with Superman eyes" I kept telling myself "don't blink". Then I told myself " Don't think... I am a camera".
As the craft was moving on I noticed something startling. The rear of the craft was flat and had one round port hole on the outline of a door. There were fins on both sides of the craft that extended out about two feet. And everytime a thought was popping up I told myself “I am a camera”.
I opened my eyes as wide as I could. The craft stopped. It stayed motionless for about twenty seconds. Then it moved out above the tarmac and had a view of the area in front of the hangar. It stopped and remained parked in the air. I was about forty to forty-five yards away. A thin light blue beam came out of the craft from the bottom left side. It went out and up at a 45% angle and about half way the height of the craft. I continued to try to stifle all thought and opened my eyes as wide as I could without the cooling air affect my vision. Moving my eyes between the craft and the thin blue light, I caught the appearance of a gas or fog near the light. It began to spread out. It was not very thick. I could see the trees through it.
I felt restless waiting for something to happen, for the craft to take off. I told myself to relax..." I am a camera". Seconds were ticking off as I was moving my eyes from the craft to the light to the gas. Suddenly, another light appeared across a gap from the thin blue light. This light was thicker, brilliant and moving intensely out and up at the same 45% angle and all the while being enclosed in a snake-like light caramel body with two glass elongated eyes separated by an enamel-like shell that enclosed the light and embodied it. The python-like body slowly rounded at about the height of the craft and turned downwards, its body narrowing and stopping. It erupted and ended with a paw with three thumb-like mounds... I tried to find the source of the light.There was a gap between the thin, almost solid blue light and the thicker moving light. I didn't see anything moving between them. Looking through the right glass( I don't remember seeing much through the left glass) the light flowed energetically, streaming excitedly. I focused on the snake-like body that embodied the flowing light.There were three or four streaming light lines that flashed through the eyes. They had varying widths. I followed the body up to where it curved down. I looked to see if it moved but it didn't. My eyes retraced its movement, back to the gap, across to the thin blue light down to the craft. Then, there was a silent backfire. I didn't hear any noise but I sensed one.The blue light and the snake were gone. Something was erupting behind the craft. It looked like a large mound of dirt was piling up above the ground behind the craft. It grew so high that I couldn't see the craft. And then it stopped. The craft backed and climbed up into the dirt and was partly visible again.
Something was flowing in the left side of the dirt. I saw what looked like a tube buried in the dirt. If not water, then something liquid began flowing upward and across the top left edge of the craft. It began to overflow and pour like a waterfall. I looked down to the tarmac and nothing was hitting the ground. I moved my eyes to the left. I was stunned. There was a white carpet platform stretched out below and out away from the craft, stationary and brilliant.It had three dimensions but very little depth and was very close to the ground. There was some movement, which after observing it I refused to acknowledge it. Flying up to the side of the dirt was a small entity which had wings above and below its shoulders. The wings looked like flesh colored ears that were turned downwards. When I first observed it, I estimated its height being about 2.5 feet. My recent recollections took in the distance I was from it, and I would place it between 3 and 3.5 feet.It had a bubble helmet around its head and I could make out its eyes and an indentation of a nose. The body was covered in a thin white cloth. I didn't see any arms or legs. It flew up to and behind the side of the dirt. Seconds later, it was sitting atop a brilliant bar of silver. Bubblehead, as I’d named it and B1 for short, was perched on the front end of the bar. The right wing which was below its shoulder, moved up and down in a measured rhythm. The left wing rose vertically above the head and was jerking arrhythmically left and right. The silver bar descended from behind the dirt like an overloaded plane. Bubblehead accelerated the wings and the cargo, the silver bar, rose and slowly dipped. The bar landed perfectly aside another bar at the back of the white carpet. I estimate the bar's length was five feet, the width approximately two feet, and the height app. 1 to 1.5 feet. After landing, Bubblehead immediately lifted up from the bar and winged a path to the dirt. Another small entity came descending from behind the dirt winging its way smoothly, rhythmically, harmoniously atop another silver bar.Its wings were symmetrically aligned. It descended perfectly and deposited the bar alongside the other two, making a row. I'll name this Bubblehead, B2. B2 immediately rose and gracefully moved upwards. B1 jerked back guiding another bar towards the white carpet. It rose again and then dipped and glided accurately and landed atop the first bar placed. The bar seemed to melt into the bottom one and the height of the two bars shrunk. Again B1 rose and labored towards the dirt while B2 gently descended and landed on the middle bar in the row. There was a shrinking of height as they merged.
In September, 1954, while performing security duty with the USAF in Great Britain, I encountered an alien space craft. For 7 or 17 minutes, I observed a bizarre, fantastic display. Twelve hours later, it was completely erased from my mind.
Forty-one years later, in 1995, after six months of probing bits and pieces, pieces and bits, I recollected and recognized , vividly, most of what I saw. Ten years later, in 2005, I had learned to slow down images in my mind, and the final pieces made an appearance.
The troop carrier veered wide right There were no planes in sight. We were moving by the main hangar which was closed. The truck slowed and began to turn as we approached the outer fence. Aside the barbed wire outer fence was the fuel dump. The truck stopped. The rear gate was dropped. My name was called. I got up from my seat in the back, head bent under the overhead canvas, staggered between stretched feet and vertical carbines, turned and climbed down a step. The security guard I was relieving was half-way between the fuel dump and the truck. We didn’t say a word as we passed. I didn’t recognize him. He may have been one of the many replacements who recently joined the squadron. This post was new, I never guarded a fuel dump in my nearly four years in the Air Force. I looked back when I got to the fuel dump and the truck was gone. Facing it, on the left, the barbed wired fence ended and turned at a 90 degree angle paralleling the wooden platform towards the street. I couldn’t see over the platform. It must have over six feet high. On the right, the fence returned and paralleled the side of the hangar. and the two large windowless buildings appending the hangar. There were wooden steps up to the top of the platform. I proceeded to climb them. The fence separated the rear of the platform from a paved dead end street.Across the street, were some RAF quarters, a few houses with driveways. To the left, it was difficult to tell how far the street extended. There were many trees along side the outer fence. Looking up the street, the road veered behind trees towards the main gate where we came in. Looking at the floor of the platform, I assumed the fuel hoses were underneath. I noticed a narrowing of a path behind the rear buildings and the barbed fence.I decided the best position to guard the dump was to stand on top of the platform. But there was no need to stay up there yet. There is still light. My shift was four to midnight.I went down the steps. I was amazed at the size of the hangar. This is the closest I’ve been to it. It may have been over 100 feet high and with the appendages, over 200 feet in length. I stretched the strap of my carbine on my right shoulder and began to slowly pace in front of the wooden platform’s sidewall, to and fro.
I heard a car up the street slowing and turning. I started to climb the steps. I moved my carbine to the other shoulder. My feet anticipated my thoughts and I cut across the wood to the edge. Just then, I saw a car driving slowly down the street. I didn’t feel that I should stand so close to the boundary so I meandered back to a position atop the steps. The car turned into the driveway across from me and I noticed a RAF officer, carrying a leather bag and a small grocery bag, walking to the front door of the house.... The low September sun was searching the street. I started pacing back and forth at the level where the outer fence paralled the hangar.The more I moved my thoughts started drifting to the end of my tour of duty. I enlisted in the first days of January, 1951 and now its September 10th , 1954, approximately three months and three weeks until my discharge. The turnover at the Air Police Squadron was huge the past few months, so many new faces. I felt it was difficult getting close to anyone. The newcomers felt the tension and stayed amongst themselves. Most of those I was closest to were gone. I guess one defers a void by planning for the future. I’ve long decided that I’d go to college on the GI Bill. But that was as far as I’d planned.
The RAF Mildenhall base was under command of the Strategic Air Command (SAC).I’d been here for over two years. I spent a lot of duty on the main gate and the walking entrance, and a little time on jeep patrol of the base. Most of my time had been on the perimeter runways guarding bombers. Although I’m classified as a Korean War vet, my duty was primarily one as a Cold War warrior. Translated, I was the grunt who had the responsibility to make sure no harm was done to the heavy bombers during the day or overnight, and I would challenge the air crew when they arrived to take possesion of the plane. We worked eight four hour days and had three days off. We worked shift - 8 AM to 4 PM - 4 PM to 12 AM - 12 AM to 8 AM.
I guess I know why we are guarding the fuel dump. Once or twice a year, there is an ongoing operation for testing the air base defenses. I can recall that at every base I've been at most of these probes have been successful. A new post assignment follows the failure of the air base's defenses.
This assignment is relatively easy. I think the worst duty assignment I had was the 12 AM to 8 AM shift at Mac Dill AFB in Tampa. the headquarters of SAC, guarding the Bomb Dump. The dump was very isolated, near the Bay waters and surrounded by palmettos. And when there was no moon it was very dark and it had rattle snakes to keep you company. On my first assignment there, no one told me to bring a flash light. I was fortunate there was a moon that night. I'd walk the length of a building and back. A rattler would inevitably cross my path and make a territorial claim with its rattling. Instinctly, I'd take the carbon off my shoulder and rap the ground with the butt of the rifle. That's all it took to see the rattler scurry. I wouldn't have wanted to confront two or more rattlers in the same area. I heard a shooting or two from the bomb dump area when I was out on the perimeter runways babysitting large bombers.
I came out of a reverie. I spun around in space. It dawned on me that the lights in front of the hangar were on and lit up the tarmac and the trees outside the fence. A light fog hung around the trees. And just as suddenly, the base spotlight which was located inside the runways near the middle of the airfield splashed the trees with a yellow beam. The beam jerked from tree top to tree top. It couldn't get any lower. It appeared to be searching for something. It hugged the trees and quickly moved out of sight. I kept looking for it but it didn't return.
I didn't wear a watch but guessed it was past 8:30 PM. I was standing at the top of the stairs. My shoulder felt uncomfortable. I took the carbine and placed it barrel down on my right shoulder. It felt better as I stretched out the strap.
I felt something burn on the top of my head. Instinctly, I turned my head and looked up behind me. Above me, about thirty feet away, a luminous craft stood stationary, silent, motionless and non-threatening. The luminosity gave off a polished bronze in color. I gripped the strap of the carbine and realized the weapon was in an awkward position. I started focusing on the craft.I didn't move a muscle and my head kept looking back and up. The metallic "object" looked too smooth. It was elliptical in shape like a football with rounded cones. I reacted by looking for an imperfection. I looked at the middle of the craft and scanned right across the length. I dropped my vision about a foot and scanned left across the length. I repeated the process again and again. As I was getting lower I was scanning every two feet. Finally, I was losing patience and lifted my eyes and refocused on the total visible craft.
Right then I was taken aback as I was confronted with two round port holes above the middle off the craft. They were not there when I first observed it. I stared at the left port. I was looking for movement or a shadow.There appeared to be a screen or a filter inside the port blocking my vision. However on the side of the screen, a bright yellow light filled the inside. I moved my eyes to the other port and it was the same as the first. I kept staring at the craft, not knowing what to do, when a deep feeling of disbelief over-whelmed me. I thought what I was seeing was a reflection from the base spotlight that must have been bouncing off some clouds. I looked above and around the object. I turned my head towards the trees where I first saw the base spotlight beam. I didn’t see any light. I turned my head back and up to the object. It was gone.
My peripheral vision caught a movement. I turned my head and the craft was above and beside me. It was about 25 feet away. It was moving very slowly.The craft was between 16 to 20 feet long and about 8 to 10 feet high.I didn't get anything new looking at the ports. It must have been going about three miles an hour without a sound. I could have walked right under it. It moved on a straight line without any deviation. I thought "they must be looking inside the hanger with Superman eyes" I kept telling myself "don't blink". Then I told myself " Don't think... I am a camera".
As the craft was moving on I noticed something startling. The rear of the craft was flat and had one round port hole on the outline of a door. There were fins on both sides of the craft that extended out about two feet. And everytime a thought was popping up I told myself “I am a camera”.
I opened my eyes as wide as I could. The craft stopped. It stayed motionless for about twenty seconds. Then it moved out above the tarmac and had a view of the area in front of the hangar. It stopped and remained parked in the air. I was about forty to forty-five yards away. A thin light blue beam came out of the craft from the bottom left side. It went out and up at a 45% angle and about half way the height of the craft. I continued to try to stifle all thought and opened my eyes as wide as I could without the cooling air affect my vision. Moving my eyes between the craft and the thin blue light, I caught the appearance of a gas or fog near the light. It began to spread out. It was not very thick. I could see the trees through it.
I felt restless waiting for something to happen, for the craft to take off. I told myself to relax..." I am a camera". Seconds were ticking off as I was moving my eyes from the craft to the light to the gas. Suddenly, another light appeared across a gap from the thin blue light. This light was thicker, brilliant and moving intensely out and up at the same 45% angle and all the while being enclosed in a snake-like light caramel body with two glass elongated eyes separated by an enamel-like shell that enclosed the light and embodied it. The python-like body slowly rounded at about the height of the craft and turned downwards, its body narrowing and stopping. It erupted and ended with a paw with three thumb-like mounds... I tried to find the source of the light.There was a gap between the thin, almost solid blue light and the thicker moving light. I didn't see anything moving between them. Looking through the right glass( I don't remember seeing much through the left glass) the light flowed energetically, streaming excitedly. I focused on the snake-like body that embodied the flowing light.There were three or four streaming light lines that flashed through the eyes. They had varying widths. I followed the body up to where it curved down. I looked to see if it moved but it didn't. My eyes retraced its movement, back to the gap, across to the thin blue light down to the craft. Then, there was a silent backfire. I didn't hear any noise but I sensed one.The blue light and the snake were gone. Something was erupting behind the craft. It looked like a large mound of dirt was piling up above the ground behind the craft. It grew so high that I couldn't see the craft. And then it stopped. The craft backed and climbed up into the dirt and was partly visible again.
Something was flowing in the left side of the dirt. I saw what looked like a tube buried in the dirt. If not water, then something liquid began flowing upward and across the top left edge of the craft. It began to overflow and pour like a waterfall. I looked down to the tarmac and nothing was hitting the ground. I moved my eyes to the left. I was stunned. There was a white carpet platform stretched out below and out away from the craft, stationary and brilliant.It had three dimensions but very little depth and was very close to the ground. There was some movement, which after observing it I refused to acknowledge it. Flying up to the side of the dirt was a small entity which had wings above and below its shoulders. The wings looked like flesh colored ears that were turned downwards. When I first observed it, I estimated its height being about 2.5 feet. My recent recollections took in the distance I was from it, and I would place it between 3 and 3.5 feet.It had a bubble helmet around its head and I could make out its eyes and an indentation of a nose. The body was covered in a thin white cloth. I didn't see any arms or legs. It flew up to and behind the side of the dirt. Seconds later, it was sitting atop a brilliant bar of silver. Bubblehead, as I’d named it and B1 for short, was perched on the front end of the bar. The right wing which was below its shoulder, moved up and down in a measured rhythm. The left wing rose vertically above the head and was jerking arrhythmically left and right. The silver bar descended from behind the dirt like an overloaded plane. Bubblehead accelerated the wings and the cargo, the silver bar, rose and slowly dipped. The bar landed perfectly aside another bar at the back of the white carpet. I estimate the bar's length was five feet, the width approximately two feet, and the height app. 1 to 1.5 feet. After landing, Bubblehead immediately lifted up from the bar and winged a path to the dirt. Another small entity came descending from behind the dirt winging its way smoothly, rhythmically, harmoniously atop another silver bar.Its wings were symmetrically aligned. It descended perfectly and deposited the bar alongside the other two, making a row. I'll name this Bubblehead, B2. B2 immediately rose and gracefully moved upwards. B1 jerked back guiding another bar towards the white carpet. It rose again and then dipped and glided accurately and landed atop the first bar placed. The bar seemed to melt into the bottom one and the height of the two bars shrunk. Again B1 rose and labored towards the dirt while B2 gently descended and landed on the middle bar in the row. There was a shrinking of height as they merged.
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