- There WAS the flap they called it, and they scrambled
-- that's a fact. Folks were seeing *something*, and for days -- imagine
that! This was early in the fifties, when we loved our Uncle Sam, before
we knew his strawmen, and began to understand. Oh yes, all around the
capital of the nation with the bomb (?); it's there in print and picture,
and it's been there all along. UFO's were flying where the people HAD to
look. Folks were clearly rattled -- sensibility was shook! There WAS a
penetration of our airspace so profound that many eyes must watch the skies
for what baffles and confounds!
- It started on July thirteenth, about sixty miles from
town. Reports are most unsettling -- are amazing; they astound! An airline
crew is flying in, the weather's CAV-OK, the ceiling was unlimited --
they could see for days and days. A blue-white ball of brilliant light
APPEARED and matched the course of a staff of worried pilots; the stews
all saw, of course. Oh, think astonished passengers as effulgence flashed
its light, and blue/white brilliance zooms up close -- a perspicacious
sight! And, then to watch in wonder as away it hurries off -- at a thousand
miles an hour, and straight UP the pilots clock!
- The next day is a mirror -- the highly strange transpires.
A southbound jet's accosted, and imagination's fired! Six strange craft
formation fly and flip their edges wide and high to climb in graceful arks
that night (!!) -- takes breath away with such a sight. Oh, with that jet
they calmly flew then blinked on out -- away they knew (?), but not in
sequence they would *dim* the pilot/crew reports to *men*. Interrogations
DID ensue. The Air Force pressed, a bit unglued -- but men and women saw,
yes, THAT . . . which radar saw! This caused the flap! On this date in
Newport News, reports came in -- "red saucers [flew]." They flew
a way and manner -- strange. Those that saw . . . said "flew [deranged]".
With speed too high and turns too steep, these craft were seen to soar
- In Hampton roads, July sixteenth, a man is working late,
it seems. He takes a break to go outside to cop a smoke I would surmise.
Looking south, a pair of lights (!) would zoom on up to pierce his night!
Dodging back in tight U-turns they danced like flies to twist and burn!
The witness is a man who'd know, an engineer of planes we've flown. "These
maneuvers are extreme -- would kill and are beyond our dreams!" Joined
by other lights that *try* the pair are four (!?!), and south they fly!
- July eighteen, nineteen -- twenty, anomaly occurs aplenty.
Orange/red disks fly single file for witnesses bereft of guile. Radar
sees them too, you know -- a different kind of seeing, though. Written
*off* as air inversion, targets seen agree -- concurring! Pilots see what
radar sees and still some scoff from thick-skinned knees! Shooting stars
without their tails move up or down and are detailed. "At all times,"
was the report, "they coincided [in cavort]." Eyes and radar
would agree that what was seen was there, indeed.
- On the airbase five confirm what radar sees the eye discerns.
Pilots in the airspace see these flying disks are flying free. UFO's --
tracked twenty minutes! Ten or more at once, they tell it, flying to the
runway hard to scatter like exploding shards! Moving like weird wraiths
of light, direction changes out of sight, many saw them there that night
at Andrews airbase -- causing fright. Too sharp turns in weird directions,
from entities beyond conjecture -- quicken my imagination (!) . . . Admit
it, this is too amazing!
- The twenty-sixth came by at last, and by THIS time there're
folks aghast! Nothing's being done they feel, our *impotence* is plainly
real. Government won't have a clue (?), their impulse is to LIE to you.
They give it spin and obfuscation, then act just like it never happened.
But jet-planes scrambled out of fright for threatened airspace clothed
by *lights*. Our capital was ringed with craft that ruled our skies (and
that was that). Interceptors, we thought hot, were left as though they'd
simply stopped . . . pilots hurt when they stepped out to find they hadn't
landed -- ouch!
- Something *took* the sky that night and treated us like
boys, no jive. We were children to what flew these craft we SAW in fifty-two!
IS this why we HAVE denied it? That we can't measure up? Deny it? That
we are without a clue as to what they mean or what's the truth? Is this
WHY we haven't bitched, and ridicule rewards this niche? Is this why there's
no respect for people asking questions yet? This was BIG -- it filled the
skies, but we had trust that's now denied, and yes that trust has been
abused, BETRAYED, accosted, and confused.
- There is more than some let by. They're locked into position's
why. Some have let the secrets fall where some would keep them -- on their
call. All convenient, arbitrary. All self serving, canted -- scary. All
contrived to keep from YOU the answers you would HAVE, it's true. Think
-- if the news was really bad, they'd mobilize us -- make us mad! They
would use us in an army they would make (but do no fighting). Yes, fulsome
answers would undo their method of controlling you. The Buddhists left
to make the sense, as all the rest are flushed and rinsed. Power's individual;
autonomy is usual; you provide your own belief beholding naught to priest
or thief! This'll scare them -- YOU cut loose, independent . . . full of
juice. This provokes the bare faced lie that nothing strange flew Truman's
skies. This was it, their bland indifference -- disrespect for YOUR deliverance.
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