UFO. Listen to the pilots, not the real ones


Growing up with a family career air force officer, your dad can be daunting. Many kids have to deal with moving out of the base apartment and a hundred other things that will drive you crazy. I was lucky to be born late in my parent’s life. I once came to my father’s stable and was about to retire. We lived in Long Island, and I did not face the challenges that other “servicemen” had to face. However, there was an elephant in the room that I couldn’t ignore …

After my father retired from the Air Force, his standing up and personality immediately pushed him to another job. As vice president of construction equipment, who sold and rented everything from forks to towering towers, he was busy with his company contracting to supply the equipment needed to build the New York World’s Fair and the World Trade Center in the early 1960s. buildings, a little later. Because he had two important jobs in his life, it was not uncommon for my parents to have dinner at the New York Athletic Club with Kennedy’s brothers or Rockefeller’s heirs. The result was that Flying Sauces was full of news in the 1950s and 1960s, so my father was constantly confronted with questions about them, sometimes from high-powered friends.

As a kid, I used to love Flying Saucers. Every time I asked my father about them, he would just say that the government said they were mostly unrecognized planes, and there was nothing to worry about. It was his standard answer for anyone interested in the issue. I would respond well to that answer, but there was a problem with that. He was sincere when he announced the government’s position. This does not mean that he did not agree with it. We have had a steady stream of former and even active air force pilots coming home for BBQ or just hanging out with my dad. They did not support the position of the official government on an unknown flying object (a deadline set by the US government).

As a single child, I spent a lot of time with adults as well as with children. I quickly learned to be silent and listen. It was canceled when the pilots came to our house and took out the UFOs. Each pilot had the most UFO history. If they decided to share it, the others in the details were barbecued. These were not accidental conversations. The pilots are very technical when it comes to proving or disproving the controversial issue during the flight. It was easy to see that the pilots I heard believed in government pundits that had an explanation for each sighting. They were convinced that this was not something the Russians had built and built.

Chuck Jaeger, a military pilot who first broke the sound barrier in 1947, describes what I encountered as a father of my father and friends of his pilots. Jaeger was asked if he had ever seen a UFO on Twitter. He said. “No, I don’t drink before I fly.” Please be different, and I think that statement was an insult to the trusted pilots who decided to post their views and meetings. Twitter’s response is clearly his public statement. However, I remember very clearly that he said very different things in the 1960s.

When I was little, my father was invited to a barbecue base at Rabit Patterson Air Force Base. I went with him. The speaker of the day was Yeager. After a brief conversation about his many adventures in the air, he once again said that he immediately attracted the attention of all present. Several pilots asked Chuki what he thought of flying sailors. Then he gave many pilots and air force personnel a rare opportunity to hear a story he would never share with the general public …

Jaeger said that during the flight tests of the Bell aircraft, which he eventually used to break the sound barrier, a procedure was carried out. The cockpit filmed every flight. After that, he and the Debriefing panel, which consisted of Air Force officers, General Electric civil engineers who built the engines for Bell, and the medical doctor, all watched the footage. Then they will discuss the flight. On one occasion he said that a large, compactly shaped object appeared on the steering wheel to the right to rotate the side of his plane. Then it moved almost immediately in front of his plane.

Bell was like a flying ball. It was not very small at that speed! If this subject was slowed down or stopped, Jaeger knew he would end up on the windshield. While the thought was running through his head, the subject suddenly disappeared. Later, when he went into debriefing, the norms were very different. No projector, no screen, no air force officers, no civil engineers, no doctor. It was just Jagger and a couple of other guys who tried to say that the subject was a new, secret plane being tested by the armed forces.

Jagger knew all the other experimental pilots and was convinced that he would hear everything as developed as the object he saw. Then, the man warned her not to talk about the meeting. I have a wonderful memory and I remember him telling that story as it happened yesterday. And there is that scratch … In the public statement, the experts of the state structure called these objects swamp gas, they mistakenly found famous planes and hallucinations. Publicly, the pilots and other members of the armed forces agree with them, or simply have not made a statement on the matter. In particular, it was obviously a different story.

My father danced around this conflict of two truths until he finally told me that some things are classified for a good reason. Adults, he explained, sometimes have to lie to keep people safe. “Safe.” I thought. That? In any case, he said that lying was a bad habit and suggested that I stay away from it. I followed his advice. My classmates were interested in Flying Saucers because of all the titles about them in the 1960s. I decided to choose this topic for the report I had to do. We all took turns reading our reports. I included Jagger’s story in me. Upon completion, you can hear a pin drop in the room.

My teacher liked the report, but inquired about the story of the teenagers. He called my father. At the end of the day he was at school with two guys in lawsuits. My report disappeared, the teacher never asked me about it again, and my classmates only talked to me about lunch or lunch cups. I told the truth, but it was not the truth accepted by the government. The good news is that none of my non-existent reports have gotten me a 100 percent grade yet. I think it’s really paying to tell the truth.