Father's Apparent Trip To Secret Location And Viewing Of Actual "UFO" Humanoid Occupants
I clearly remember that late summer day; the exact year escapes me but something like 1966, my Mother and I saw my Father, a Lieutenant-Colonel in the Army, to a military airport. This was near or in Washington, DC, not far from the Pentagon. We had lunch in the airport's restaurant. All around us were all manner of "Military Brass". Later, my Father boarded a military jet and took off.
He said he was going to Germany. He joked about how the military was going to fly him by fast jet to Texas, then change to a slow prop-plane for the long part of the trip to Germany.
In a week a so, he returned. Being a teenage boy back then interested in electronics and girls, I did not notice any unusual moods or pensiveness of my Father. He did bring me back a model of a sail-boat made from carved cow's horns. He said he bought it in Germany.
In those days, mid to late 1960s, after retiring from the Army as a Colonel, my Father worked as a Speech-Writer for General Johnson on a regular basis. Occasionally, he also wrote speeches for President Johnson.
Below are two scans of a photo taken while my Father and his Wife (my Mother) was at some manner of function with high ranking Army Officers. My Mother can be seen shaking hands with President Johnson.
He did not bring this picture home until after he retired from the speech-writing and moved to Florida September of 1968.
My Father with President Johnson
Close-up to above
Both my Mother and Father are passed away, so as far as I am concerned, this is unclassified. Any facts about UFOs need to be provided to the public anyway. When it comes to this cover up of UFOs, the ships AND the humanoid occupants, it is past time to provide the public with all the truth.
Anyway, here is a piece of it at least, and I believe a quite significant piece...
So, the alleged trip to Germany went without incident, my Father came home, brought back a few souvenirs, and everything went back to normal. It was basically forgotten.
Several years later found my Father and I living in the country in Florida where we moved after he retired. It was 1973, my Mother had just died after a bout with cancer, and my Father had passed through the worst initial stages of bereavement, but still long from okay.
One of the things that upset my Father about my Mother's death is that she was a health nut. Exercise, had quit smoking ten years ago, dieted, ate lots of vegetables and drank vegetable juice (carrots, celery, etc.) provided by our own juicer. (Drop a few carrots into it and watch the juice come out! The carrots were reduced to dry pulp.) But despite all these health procedures, she still fell into that cancer-trap.
Doctors, chemotherapy and prayers all did not stop that beast of a disease from taking her out. My Father was very much indeed, going through one of these "Why-Does-God-Let-These-Things-Happen"-moods. To say he was quite upset about that would be an understatement. Not just the immediate bereavement; of course anyone would be sad. But additionally, the principle of the thing, that is the fact that beastly cancer would take out someone so nice, so good, and so health conscious for pete's sake!
It was a Saturday night, and we already had a simple supper (only two of us). I had settled to watch some half-hour show with Leanord Nimoy (who played Spock on Star Trek) that every week had an interesting topic. Well, this week their topic was about a crashed flying saucer (UFO) somewhere in the southwest U.S.A., perhaps Roswell, New Mexico.
They showed scenes of where it happened, interviewed Farmers and other people who had seen the activity, seen military come and seal off the site, and later deny anything had ever happened other than a crashed military airplane or some other such absurd explanation. It was pretty convincing. But I just sort of said to myself, "yeah, sure".
My Father had been sitting at the dining room table watching that show as well. I assumed his attitude was the same as mine, if not more so. I thought he would not believe any of it. He had a little wine for relaxing after supper as he usually does. I guess it also helped with his bereavement situation over his Wife.
Later, I noticed he had left the room and was not even in the house. He was outside pacing around in the dark. After the program was over, I went out to join him, not wanting to waste a chance for a quick hike with my Father.
I went out and saw a pensive man indeed! I thought he was upset over Mother again. But...
He immediately began talking about that show. I forgot exactly what was said, but basically I was surprised that he gave a show like that any credence at all. And then it all began coming out...
That trip to Germany in 1966 was not to Germany at all, but to some undisclosed southwest U.S.A. location. My Father, along with several other Military Officers, were shown the humanoids recovered from a crash site of a space-ship not of this Earth. Not Russian, not Chinese, not American, and no other country would come up with something like that... and the occupants...
Kept in a frozen morgue, drawer after drawer contained the broken remains of a race of human never ever before seen, cataloged or even dreamed about on this planet. My Father said they were short, had somewhat large heads and dressed in clothing of strange material. They were flesh and bone all right. Nothing "astral" about them. There they were, undeniable, present, front and center, flesh and bone humanoids pulled from the wreckage of some exotic craft. Neither craft or humanoids were of this Earth.
Well, I was quite taken by that! I asked this and that question. My Father still held to some secrets. He would not disclose the location, and said he would tell me more after a certain Military General had died. He was not shown the craft (at least that is what he said).
My Father was most upset, but not by the humanoids themselves exactly. It was the fact that Genesis in the Bible appears to be not quite right about this world having the only humans. The whole idea of a race of humans from another planet and solar system some how cast doubts about the Bible in his mind.
It did NOT for me. I told him the Bible was written mostly for this planet. I saw nothing in Genesis that specifies "This happened or happens on planet Earth only". Other planets have their own history. Besides, when I read Genesis, I feel what it says about creation, generally, can be easily applied to any planet and to all planets in general. Somehow it did not bother me, and I was a fairly devout Christian in those days.
In the days following that, I kept bringing his viewing of those extraterrestrials up; I kept "blabbing" about it. I believe he regretted telling me. He told me to not speak of it and later, denied it. He said he "had too much to drink that night". Well, he did have some mild alcoholic drinks, but only enough to bring him to being "loose at the mouth". He was far from "stumbling"- and/or hallucination-drunk.
But... the roiling emotions he had over "God allowing" something like that cancer-monster take out his Wife on top of what he must have been simmering over for years, thus: What do those extraterrestrial aliens mean in light of the Bible? Is the Bible wrong?, on so on. All that emotion plus the loosening effect of a few drinks... well to use "gangster-talk", it had him "singing like a canary!"
Or, in other words, what we have here is an inadvertent leak. It happens. It is various reasons for various people. In my Father's situation, he kept that secret superbly... during normal times. But... the bereavement over his good Wife being taken so unfairly by cancer despite her being a health enthusiast, his stiff Christian indoctrination (resulting in a particularly severe scrutiny of what happens in life and its relation to the Bible and so the severity of his worry about the extraterrestrials "disproving" the Bible) and finally a little alcohol to loosen it all up... and, oh yes! That spark
that program provided; yes, don't forget our little favor by Leanord Nimoy... and my Father's "dam of military secrecy" opened right up. I was told first hand details of physical flesh and blood extraterrestrial aliens that I'll never forget.
Neither one of us worried too much about what the extraterrestrial aliens intentions were... at least, HE did not let me know. There was still some things he was not telling me. And of course after that night, that "dam" was shored up never to open again to the day he died himself in 1986.
I personally assumed the extraterrestrial aliens were Astronauts and Scientists from what ever solar system they came from and were merely studying us. After all, we would be awfully excited if we discovered a planet with human life, even if it was all primitive.
From that day to just recently, I never worried about it. They are just curious about us, nothing more. I knew extraterrestrial aliens and their ships were real, and that was that.
In fact perhaps I was too complacent. I more or less "dropped out" of following UFO happenings for two and a half decades. I had no idea that around mid 1970s, alien abductions began rising sharply to the high they are today. Well, anyway you know the rest.
So, are there real flesh and blood extraterrestrial aliens? Most certainly. But, they are not responsible for the numerous abductions of today. That advanced race has no reason for that activity. They did really, physically abduct a handful of Earth persons and maybe still do, very rarely. Perhaps those findings are all over the real aliens' data bases by now. The real aliens have no need for more.
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