In the summer of 1992 we met again in Las Vegas. I had compiled my
notes from our first meeting, my interviews, and the input the five friends
had passed on to me. Each had reached out to their friends and contacts,
which uncovered even more information.
We agreed I was the only one who could get away with writing about our
experiences since I no longer worked for the DoD as military or government
employee or as a defense contractor. My friends were still connected.
I took one last trip to Nevada in December 1994, without benefit of my
friends. I wanted to see a few of my retired military friends to cross
check some of my facts. Noet: This is when I first met Glenn Campbell in
Rachel Nevada)
Bud, one of my conspirators, had informed me that he had a cancerous
tumor and was going through some severe depression. He was dead thirty
days later. It was a real blow to us. We had lost Jerrold a year before
of a heart attack.
Of the remaining three friends, Sal has dropped of the face of the
earth and none of his or my contacts have been able to locate him for two
years now. He was extremely paranoid about the two deaths, and had second
thoughts about the book. He said he was going to move and didn’t know when
or if he would contact me next.
* * SLIDE 53: black SR-71 with red stripes
Let me talk about my friend Doc. He has a theory that UFOs Seem To Like
Fast Aircraft.
The SR-71 pilot whom I knew well, Doc, was stationed at Kadena AFB,
where they were located on the SAC side of the base in 1973.
While flying back across the South China Sea from a reconnaissance
mission, the SR-71 pilot encountered a shadow over his cockpit. Doc said
his avionics systems went totally hay-wire, and he felt the aircraft nose
down slightly, which can be dangerous at two thousand miles per hour, or 35
miles per minute.
When he looked up, he was so startled, that he almost panicked and
immediately made an evasive maneuver to the right and down, which is one of
the many maneuvers that they make if a missile is detected approaching.
Doc said the object was so big that it totally blocked out the sun.
His estimate was that it was 250 to 300 feet across. It was oval in shape,
and appeared to be a bright blue-grey in color, but he wasn’t sure, as a
shimmering halo of energy surrounded the vehicle.
About three minutes later, and some thousands of feet lower, the
vehicle reappeared on his left wing tip. He tried his UHF radio and all he
could pick up was a deep electrical hum. He abandoned his attempts to use
his radio, as his immediate survival was more important for the moment.
For the next ten minutes, the large oval vehicle moved from his left
wing tip, to the rear of the aircraft, and then to his right wing tip. Doc
said he got this sound in his head, ‘like a swarm of bees in my brain’ as
he described it. The movement from the left, to the rear, to the right
wing tip took about two minutes, and then it reversed the movement.
On the UFO’s last swing to the rear of his SR-71, his aircraft started
buffeting wildly, which is terrifying at Mach 3, then it stopped after
about fifteen seconds and he never saw it again.
When Doc returned from the mission he immediately went to his
debriefing. The minute he mentioned the incident, with the unidentified
aerospace vehicle to his commander, he was pulled away from the debriefing
and taken to his commander’s office. His commander, a colonel, filled out
an incident report, in detail, and then told my friend not to mention the
incident to anyone or he would be subject to severe and speedy penalty
under military regulations.
Doc told me that he didn’t know one SR-71 pilot or astronaut, who
hadn’t had a close encounter or a UFO sighting. He felt that not one of
them would ever go on record with their experiences, because of fear of
retaliation from the Department of Defense, and loss of their retirement
pay and benefits for breaking the secret’s acts.
During the nine years after this in-flight incident, Doc related that,
a few of his trusted friends related similar incidents with the same type
vehicles, or glowing orbs of dense light dancing around their aircraft.
Then Doc told me another story.
His friend Dave, another SR-71 black-bird pilot, while drunk on Sake’
in Japan, told him in whispers that he didn’t use to drink until, he made a
reconnaissance flight over the Eastern border of Russia six months before.
When Dave returned, he was delirious, and semi-conscious. His crew had
to pull him out of the cockpit. The Flight Surgeon attributed his symptoms
to loss of oxygen. He didn’t share his night-mares with the Air Force
doctors, for fear that the Flight Surgeon would ground him, and he would
lose his flying status. But, under the influence of alcohol, in a quiet
bar, with a trusted fellow SR-71 blackbird pilot and friend, Dave opened
up.