The Commander was there―and this is where I swear there’s got to be a protocol in the event of something like this. He moved forward, and at that point we were called out of the area by rank. In fact, a lot of lower-ranking people were involved in this, and were sent back to the vehicles. On our way back, there was a lot of phenomena in the forest. These light beings, or whatever, were there; and there were other craft around, above the trees, almost as if they were guarding this thing and backing it up. I will tell you that Burroughs was in the parking area where all the vehicles were. They would not let him out to the sites.
Charles Halt was pursuing other light phenomena and had beams fired down to the ground right in front of him―literally―pencil-sized beams from these crescent-like objects. The colonel was making a tape recording as it all happened―four hours of audio; you’ve got eighteen minutes of dynamite!
My event was happening about a half a mile away. In fact, on that tape, you hear the beginning of my event. I will clarify this: I was on the record long before the whole tape became public, and I was the one that made the whole tape go public. I turned it over to CNN―and I’ve never taken a penny for anything I’ve done with this, ever. I never have.
As we left, Airman Burroughs told me another object appeared― right in the midst of a lot of security personnel at the parking area where all the trucks were. It appeared right in the midst of them. Burroughs grabbed this object, and it moved over the ground―ten meters―with him holding onto it! It’s an absolute fact―physically touched it! He moved with this thing on it. It took off. It got away from John… Another beam of light came down. There was one guy, a part of the security personnel, in a pick-up truck. This thing was following him―one of these beings and the light―literally following him.
He jumped into the pick-up truck, slammed the door, and it passed through the glass right in front of him, and he freaked and kicked the windscreen right out of the truck! This thing went out the other window. I know this person―this was happening in front of many people too! It went out the other window, which was rolled-up because it’s December. As he turned away from the vehicle, a blue beam of light came down from above the trees, and this thing got on it and ran right up into something that was dark and looked like a pinecone with white pins of light on it. It was dark against the night sky, and was watching over this event. Another officer has said that he felt that these objects had been there looking for something. They were conducting grid searches the night before. There were three nights of activity.
They were there for a reason, and it was kind of like, okay, we are here for a purpose; you guys are bothering us, so we are going to show you what you need to know―but we are going to accomplish what we need to do.
I will tell you that Colonel Charles Halt said to me later, “Were you aware that on that night, there were three massive triangular objects over the base, over the forest, and over the Woodbridge base the whole time?” And there was missing time with so many personnel over this period―it was amazing.
Afterwards, I noticed I had a shock of gray hair that did fall out― literally, a shock of gray hair on the right side. My eyes were watering profusely. I had a metallic taste in my mouth, and I was sweating profusely, and had cold chills.
I decided: I’m going to go call my mother, but we had secured phones on the base, obviously. Being rather young and naïve, I didn’t pay attention to the COMSEC rules: Communication Security. We had a phone where I knew they’d always listened in on your calls, so I went to a public phone box (when they used to have them here on the base) and reversed the charges to my Mom.
I said, “Mom, you won’t believe this.” I said, “Last night a UFO landed on the base, and we saw everything, and you wouldn’t believe it!” And, I’m just thinking, she’s not responding: “Mom? Mom?” She’s gone. I looked at Greg (a friend with me) and I go, “Oh my God, I got cut off!” I called the operator, and I said, “Listen, can you reconnect me?” She goes, “Are you calling from the base?” I go, yeah. She goes, “I’m sorry, you were cut off from the base,” and then she hung up on me. I looked at Greg, and said, “Man, I think I’m in trouble.” So, we ran back to my dorm.
Before I called my mother, we were called to the office. Malcolm Zickler, a Major, was the Chief of Security Police, and his underling Major Carl Drury―all were involved in one aspect or another with these events. There was a Jaguar outside the office, and there was another expensive car―I don’t remember what it was now. I thought, oh, here we go―the debriefing. Well, first of all, there were all the lower-ranking guys. There were no people above sergeant in my group. We were debriefed in a compartmentalized way, which I understand now, but then I didn’t. And, I said, “Oh my God, they are going to tell us to shut-up; I know it! I’ll name names.” There were people in plain clothes going in and out of the security police law enforcement desk, and that was unusual. And, I’m like, “Oh boy!”
They said, “Did any of you retrieve or remove anything from the forest while you were in there? Anything―a rock, twig, anything?” They kept asking us over and over. And, they said, “If you have, and are not going to tell us now, you are subject to the UCMJ,” all these rules: Article XV, beyond that, JL-11, everything. We were young; we were all new―we were like, “Oh my God, we haven’t even started here, and we are in trouble.” We were gone over with a Geiger counter, and there was one return on one of the guys, and something was taken out of his pocket.
This guy was removed very quickly, and I will swear on my life―I never saw him again! He was removed. This happened to a lot of people. It led to a suicide that the Air Force is responsible for―this is a real person with a real name. That base, by the way, after that, eventually had the highest rate of suicide in NATO―this is an established fact. One of the Captains involved was found hanging in his back garden from a tree―married, with children―everything. All these people started to shoot and kill themselves. I’ve lived it―and I’m amazed I got out of there alive.
So, we were brought into the office. There were rows of seats, a very small law enforcement desk. The law enforcement operators that day were kept out of the office. Everything was different on that base now. We were brought in and there were sheets on top of the law enforcement desk. There were about ten of us, and seven stacks of documents―pre-typed. One was a pre-typed statement, all generic, of what we saw―which was not what we saw. It said we were off-duty and saw only unknown lights flipping amongst the trees. I clearly remember that.
I said, “What if we don’t sign this, Major Zickler?” And, he said, “You have no choice.” I kept seeing these other personnel in his office, because we were heading there next. He told us to sign―I think there were four documents. One was the UCMJ secrecy thing and that clearly said, JANAP. But, there were other things that we couldn’t read. They said, “You’ll be able to read them later; put your signature on; social security number.”
Then we were filed into his office. There was a movie screen set-up. There were two rows of chairs, metal chairs, folded out. Major Zickler left, and there were two gentlemen in civilian clothes―big people, very business-looking: American. They had a plastic ID with a photo and it said Armed Forces Security Services. I don’t know if that’s Air Force―we have been told that is a field arm of the National Security Agency.