Suddenly, I started to hear chatter on the open frequencies. We had Motorola radios at that time. We had four channels of security police and operational active channels. I started to hear commentary about lights over the forest toward Woodbridge: “Those lights are back again,” and I was looking up.
At this point I got a call from Lieutenant Bruce Englund, who is a security police officer and was the shift commander at that time. He said, “Warren, deactivate your post. You are going to be picked up by a GOV.” [Government-Operated Vehicle.]
A truck pulled up and Sergeant Bustinza, who was my reporting officer, was the driver. Lieutenant Englund was in the passenger seat, and there were other personnel―new personnel like me―in the back.
I was told to get in. We went immediately to the Bentwaters motor pool. There was a lot of chatter about people trying to find the Base CO [Commanding Officer], and they were saying, “Change frequencies, put all the radios down.”
All of this, I must tell you, was recorded in CSC on the tapes they made of that night. Those were stolen, and so were the logs of that period―Colonel Halt can confirm this, also. They came up missing in a few days when he went looking―that list of personnel on duty and a lot of different things: incident reports and everything. They were gone…
We had our NATO rounds in the weaponry, which is very unusual, and there was an urgency among senior people. We went down a logging trail into the forest, and there was an armored vehicle after we got about a half a mile into the woods. I haven’t talked about this in a while, because I wrote it and thought I’d never have to…
The feeling in the forest was very strange. Movement was odd. Perception was odd the minute we entered the woods. I will tell you this―there was a problem. Something was wrong.
We pulled up. There were some other vehicles. They took our weapons off us. We broke up into four man units and headed down a trail into the forest. Colonel Halt was out there that night with a smaller party of senior people. Lieutenant Englund joined them at one point. There was a lot of radio contact, but we had to maintain radio silence― the lower ranking guys. But, I could hear on other open channels the others saying, “You guys coming in have to avoid those hotspots. We don’t want you walking all over them.”
I think they had anticipated these objects returning.
Sergeant Burroughs, by the way―from the first night―knew it was coming back, and arrived at the field, off-duty and in civilian clothes, obsessed to get back near the phenomenon. You can hear on the actual tape one of the people on the perimeter securing an access to the forest, calling Colonel Halt on the radio, saying, “Airman Burroughs and two other individuals wish to rendezvous at your location.”
Halt responds, “Tell them negative at this time; we’ll tell them when they can come out here. We don’t want anyone out here right now.”
As we moved through this forest in this small group, I was with Sergeant Bustinza; Robert Ball was there, shift supervisor, and a lot of other people. We came to a clearing called Capel Green at the end of the Corsican pines, and there was a phenomenon on the ground in this field: it was like a mist; it looked like a fog on the ground. There was a cinematic film camera―a movie camera―present, and there was a very large video camera there―they were very large at that time. These came from public affairs on Bentwaters. There was anticipation of the return of the phenomenon. There is a trail on this film, which has been established; this isn’t just me talking. Anything I’m telling you can pretty much be backed up in any court of law―especially with the body of the evidence, and I’m willing to do that.
I was observing this―it was like watching a movie. This mist was on the ground and it was being observed. There was disaster preparedness present. There was a house off to the left, a farmer’s house. I had never been out in this forest before. There was a light on in this house, so those people were home. There was a dog barking, I remember clearly. I saw a light come in. We could see the beam of the Orford Lighthouse in this clearing, by the way―very clearly. This case has been written off as a misidentification of this lighthouse―an exaggeration, or whatever. In reality, it has been there for over a hundred years and was no surprise to anyone. This object, a red basketball-shaped object, came in from the North Sea area over the trees. I thought it was a taillight on an aircraft, but it moved so quickly. The mist on the ground appeared to have structure, and it was fifty feet across. This basketball-sized amber light didn’t seem solid―I couldn’t tell you what it was―but it was twenty feet above the object, this mist. As soon as I got a fix on that and everyone else did, the cameras were upon it―these people were reacting. Then there was an explosion―it’s very hard for me to describe it: this thing broke up into multiple shards of extremely bright light!
I, and others, suffered burns to the eyes―I have documents of this, because I stole them from Bentwaters when an officer advised me to. He said, “Your military record is going to vaporize as soon as you are gone.” So my eyes were damaged―flash burns to the retinas and all. This is established medically―it was as if I’d stared at an arc welder’s torch for about ten minutes, which is unadvisable. Everything was very bizarre at that point.
This explosion of light was very silent, and where it happened there appeared a structured, solid object, rather large―probably thirty feet at the base, to a pyramid-type shape. It was very rough―it would distort if you looked at it, with a rainbow-like effect. And yet, through peripheral vision, you could get a clear fix. I will tell you, there is real evidence for this thing―where it sat―to this day. This one won’t let anyone down― this case―believe me!
This thing was there, on the ground―and it was filmed, and it was photographed.
There were some British bobbies present on Charles Halt’s tape. You hear the Suffolk Constabulary pull up in the forest, with their British police vehicle, because their siren was on for a bit. These police are unattainable―they won’t talk to anyone. They had a camera, and one was taken off of the British police. Already, an international incident was brewing.
Our Wing Commander, Gordon Williams―who was at a party, I believe, that night―arrived on-site with other senior people. There were British military present. They could have been at the party. And, I will say, they seemed to know how to deal with an event like this.
I have no recollection of any sound emitting from this object. It was almost like a mirage, and yet, I know it was solid because it left traces and evidence and all, but it was so beyond anything I have ever seen, and it was right in front of us. I was only thirty feet away from it at one point―too close.
There was a life form in association with it―so I can just cut to the chase: I remember thinking, what are these children doing here? And the mind starts scrambling. There was a bright light, and there was movement. These things had an upper body, I clearly saw, and when I saw an arm move―my, you know―you just, you are in another place at that point. And, these senior people were very close to that phenomenon.
What I saw was on the right side of this bizarre machine this bright light moved out, and it was bluish-gold and about a foot off the ground. It split―it was only about four feet in height from the ground up, but it split away―and three individual, oblong cocoons of light with these three individual people in them. They would have been about four feet in height. I mean, you think of children. The light diminished, and that’s when you could see what was in it. They were hairless, but there was clothing. There was an apparatus attached―I can’t describe―a dark thing. I could not see the lower extremities because of the light―these were not walking on the ground―these things. And, I wish I never saw this, but there was a white membrane around what were large eyes―and the white membrane was moving, adapting. It was like your eyes adjusting to light.