Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #278
… Robert Ford points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own…
“Wanna land this thing?” he asks Carolyn.
“We’ll see, Bob.”
Hours later, in the tower at Holloman, radar picks up something peculiar on its screen. The radar man on duty spots a darting image, similar to others he had reported before and told to ignore, but this one was zigging and zagging its way toward the approaching civilian Douglas DC-3.
“One-alpha-niner, there is a bogey approaching you at five o’clock low. I have dispatched two fighters to come take a look. Over?”
“Roger, Holloman control, will keep an eye out. Over.” Ford has seen strange objects before; some of them defy logical description. “Lyn, hon, come forward quickly.”
“All right, already, where’s the fire?”
“There…” He points to a bright stationary oval-shaped object, perhaps a quarter mile at its widest, in front of them, matching their diminishing speed exactly – he guesses, because his gauge array has gone wacko, dials spinning, light flashing, levers and pedals moving on their own. Just about the time Lyn gets a good look at it; the two Air Force fighters join in. Surely they will close in and force the strange craft to land.
But as they close in, the object turns, pauses briefly and rockets off at an impossible rate of speed. In a matter of a second or two, it is completely out of sight.
The fighters drift about, like a dog who wonders where that darn rabbit went to. Gauges and such on the DC-3 regain their expected readings.
“What did we just see?” asks Lyn of her more experienced flying companion.
“I was hoping you could tell me. That is one of the damndest things I have ever seen. The way the rudder and flap controls were moving, we should have been barrel rolling, a tailspin at the very least. I’m just glad you saw it too, because I suspect that the military will come up with some stupid explanation.”
“There isn’t one in any encyclopedia I own. How fast did that go?”
“I would have to say, thousands of miles per hour. That’s odd because nobody has gotten past the speed of sound in anything, ground or air.”
“What? And I thought you knew everything… 750 miles per hour, maybe a little more… that thing didn’t just fly away fast, it literally evaporated before our eyes. Hey, I’m going to get us down. Strap yourself in.”
There was no sense in prolonging the matter of hand, just because they were nose to nose with an unknown flying object for a few minutes – at least that is what they think.
Alpha Omega M.D.