From: skunk-works-digest-owner@mail.orst.edu To: skunk-works-digest@mail.orst.edu Subject: Skunk Works Digest V5 #582 Reply-To: skunk-works-digest@mail.orst.edu Errors-To: skunk-works-digest-owner@mail.orst.edu Precedence: bulk Skunk Works Digest Wednesday, 27 December 1995 Volume 05 : Number 582 In this issue: A LITTLE CREEPY STORY TO START THE DAY Bentwaters See the end of the digest for information on subscribing to the skunk-works or skunk-works-digest mailing lists and on how to retrieve back issues. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- From: "Terry Colvin" Date: Tue, 26 Dec 95 16:47:35 EST Subject: A LITTLE CREEPY STORY TO START THE DAY Michael Partie@BiggsCMRP@DHSSBiggs Comments: Note: Possible underscore "_" between Michael and Partie. Any information on this? -------------------------- [Original Message] ------------------------- Many years I was reading a book about the P-38 Lightning, an American fighter plane in World War II. It was an excellent book, and at the end the author put in what he called a "story that raises the hackles on the back of your neck." I thought I would share it with all of you out there in horror land. ******* From "Fork-Tailed Devil: The P-38" by Martin Caidin. Published by Ballantine Books, 1979. Epilogue: This is something I have pursued for more than twenty-five years. The kind of story that raises the hackles on the back of your neck. There's an immediate urge to dismiss it as preposterous, impossible. Because it *is* preposterous and impossible. Yet the records are there. A document that tells what happened in deliberately cold and official terms. A field in North Africa during the war. An event that took place that was so impossible the commanding officer at the airfield demanded, and got, the signatures of hundreds of witnesses who saw the whole impossible incident. The writer insists on nothing, makes no claims as to truth or impossibility. This is what happened. As it happened. As it was seen and sworn to by hundreds of ground crewmen and pilots, enlisted men and officers. A flight of P-38s had gone out on patrol. They left to cross the Mediterranean. They mixed it up with German fighters and there was a brief scrap. When the P-38s reformed one airplane was missing. No one could recall, in the furious melee, watching him go down. They looked around, then they started home. They arrived back at their field in North Africa. The one pilot who failed to return was listed as missing in action. Not yet, though. Not until his fuel ran out. Not until there wasn't even a glimmer of a chance. The clock ticked slowly. Then, beyond the point of any fuel. Another two hours went by. They put his name on the list of missing. It happens. That's war. Then the air raid alert sounded. Radar picked up a single aircraft, unknown, coming in toward the field at fairly low altitude and high speed. Anti-aircraft guns started tracking. Some pilots ran for their planes. Then they saw the intruder. A P-38, alone. Coming in along a shallow dive, engines thundering. It failed to respond to radio calls. There was no response to flares fired hurriedly into the air. A strange approach; that flat and unwavering dive. The P-38 crossed to the center of the field. Suddenly the airplane seemed to stagger. It fell apart in midair, a tumble of wreckage fallling toward the ground. No flash of fire, no explosion. Just that startling breakup of machinery. They saw a body fall clear of the wreckage. Pilots muttered, called aloud their thoughts without thinking. Then a parachute opened. Silk blossomed full. But the body hung limp in the harness. Close to the wreckage, the pilot collapsed. No one saw him move. The crash trucks raced to the scene. Those who came later saw their friends stunned, disbelieving, shaking their heads. They talked about it through the night. The next morning the light of dawn hadn't changed a thing. It was impossible. The fuel tanks of the P-38, the same airplane that was hours beyond any possible remaining fuel, were bone dry. They had been dry for several hours. The pilot whose parachute opened, that lowered him to his home field, had a bullet hole in his forehead. He had been dead for hours. Impossible. But it happened. And no one knows how. ****** Hope you enjoyed that. It still creeps me out, and I've read it about six or seven times. Have a frightfully wonderful holiday everyone! Marc Tavasci MTAVASCI@GCWF.COM "You may be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you must dance with the Reaper." The following was included as an attachement. Please use UUDECODE to retrieve it. The original file name was 'Headers.822'. - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- To leave this list send your request to: LISTSERV@MB.PROTREE.COM with the first line of your message as: unsubscribe UFO-L If you need help, send private email to: bgarth@protree.com - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Received: by bangate.state.de.us; Fri, 22 Dec 95 11:20:55 EST Received: from cayman.ucs.indiana.edu (cayman.ucs.indiana.edu [129.79.10.63]) by otm1.otm.state.de.us (8.6.12/8.6.12) with ESMTP id LAA10438 for ; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 11:20:56 -0500 Received: from obslave.ucs.indiana.edu (obslave.ucs.indiana.edu [129.79.10.225]) by cayman.ucs.indiana.edu (8.7/8.7/1.10IUPO) with ESMTP id LAA04530; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 11:20:55 -0500 (EST) Received: from obslave (obslave.ucs.indiana.edu [129.79.10.225]) by obslave.ucs.indiana.edu (8.7/8.7/1.3shakespeare) with SMTP id LAA09600; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 11:29:19 -0500 (EST) Received: from IUBVM.UCS.INDIANA.EDU by IUBVM.UCS.INDIANA.EDU (LISTSERV release 1.8b) with NJE id 6679 for HORROR@IUBVM.UCS.INDIANA.EDU; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 11:22:00 -0500 Received: from IUBVM (NJE origin SMTP2@IUBVM) by IUBVM.UCS.INDIANA.EDU (LMail V1.2a/1.8a) with BSMTP id 6678; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 11:18:17 -0500 Received: from gcwf.com by IUBVM.UCS.INDIANA.EDU (IBM VM SMTP V2R2) with TCP; Fri, 22 Dec 95 11:18:14 EST Received: from SOCAL-Message_Server by gcwf.com with Novell_GroupWise; Fri, 22 Dec 1995 08:16:56 -0800 X-Mailer: Novell GroupWise 4.1 Message-ID: Date: Fri, 22 Dec 1995 08:15:00 -0800 Reply-To: Horror in Film and Literature Sender: Horror in Film and Literature From: Marc Tavasci Subject: A LITTLE CREEPY STORY TO START THE DAY To: Multiple recipients of list HORROR Errors-To: ------------------------------ From: "Terry Colvin" Date: Tue, 26 Dec 95 16:57:20 EST Subject: Bentwaters Forwarded from the "ether"-TWC-: I am only posting this because I was asked. I can't tell you everything because I did work with sensitive material, not related to UFOs. I think it would be interesting to see if any of the government agencies that really paranoid individuals believe to exist contacts me as a result of this post. I would still like to know what the UFO community knows about RAF Bentwaters. On RAF Bentwaters there is a secured area around the flightline. This is normal and many people have access, but not all. Inside this area is another secured area containing the munitions dump. Again, this is normal, fewer people have access to this. On this particular base there is another weapons storage area that only a few people can get in. You are searched and must travel around in pairs inside this area. It is heavily gaurded. Normal for some bases. The bunkers in this area are heavily guarded and require an elaborate key and password sequence to get in. One particular bunker is different. Inside this bunker is a vault with two combinations and two locks which, because of regulations, no one person can have access to more than one. Hence, if you can get a key you won't get the combo, or vice-versa. It takes four people to open the door--plus the securty team verifying passwords, etc. This is the most secure area I have ever seen in the Air Force. I was picked to be a key holder, which meant that I was armed, and told to escort the individual who needed in the vault along with the three others needed to open the door. I don't know who the individual was, he was American and a civilian. We opened the door and I at first I couldn't believe it. It contained a roughly-made shelf made out of two-by-fours holding two old wooden crates. The individual opened one of the crates, which was only sealed with a lead seal, and inside was a green styrofoam container in two halves. He opened it up and inside was a rod about a quarter inch in diameter and bent about three times along it's length. It looked solid and if it were straight it would be about a foot long. It was dull but corrosion free from what I could tell. The man looked at it for about a minute then put it away and resealed the box with a new lead seal. For his minute we spent about four hours preparing to open the vault. It is that secure. That was when I started asking questions about why a small rod would require so much security. The underlings such as me hadn't a clue but when I started asking others I was told not to worry about it. One officer, that I knew personally, once said under his breath that it was proof but when I pressed him he denied saying it. The only other responses I got from people who obviously didn't know kept saying (and joking) that it probably had something to do with all the UFO's that supposidly visit the base. I guess a UFO nearly crashed and the base used it's resources to fix it for the occupants in exchange for whatever. There is more but this post is too long already. Again, it has been years and this list renewed my curiousity about some of the things I saw. What does the general UFO community know about Bentwaters? Randy - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- To leave this list send your request to: LISTSERV@MB.PROTREE.COM with the first line of your message as: unsubscribe UFO-L If you need help, send private email to: bgarth@protree.com - --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ End of Skunk Works Digest V5 #582 ********************************* To subscribe to skunk-works-digest, send the command: subscribe skunk-works-digest in the body of a message to "majordomo@mail.orst.edu". 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