Anyway, I have twenty minutes of recall, and I’m gone for a day― and, it’s established with other people. People said I was on emergency leave, or on leave, or off the base―but I was just under the base―and there were other personnel down there.
There was a lot of high tech machinery, huge vaulted, glass-like ceilings, panels of glass walls―like a subway wall―old, but huge glass panels. We were brought to one area, and I have a conscious memory, whether it is real or not, of looking into a very dark void, and having someone to this side of me explaining that there were tunnels from the base to the North Sea.
My next conscious memory is just broad daylight―walking out into the sunshine from the base photographic lab. A lot of younger guys and I went through this. I do remember being on a table and seeing Air Force senior people, and some other unidentified people, talking down to me. I know I was looking up at them with bright lights. I had marks, by the way, from an IV, or something, when I came out of there. I had the bruise and I had a bandage. I will admit that. That’s for real. I had it. I’m terrified to know or think of what might have happened, so I’ve only pursued these memories a little bit.
I wrote my Mother a letter, and I wrote the letter a week and a half before Charles Halt authored the actual Halt memo, which was gained by the Freedom of Information Act. It is a document that reads like science fiction on Air Force letterhead. It’s a minimizing of the event―I believe, intentional―but it reads like science fiction. It was released in 1983 through Citizens Against UFO Secrecy, based on information I supplied them, after numerous denials, from the Air Force itself, that it existed.
Podcasts were made of the indentations where the object landed on the first night. Charles Halt still has possession of one of them, and does show people this, and would show it to any congressional body, I think. Most of them ended up missing. Soil analysis was done on the landing site, but it was all swept away. Years later, from 1988 to 1990, we did core samples, soil analysis, which was analyzed by Springborn Environmental Labs in Massachusetts by accredited scientists. We have the published findings in the book Left at East Gate. An absolute phenomenon took place only in that spot―to a level of three feet down. Plants do not grow in this one spot―no matter what crop―we’ve talked to the farmers―for twenty years. However, the soil is darker. It does not absorb water. It is almost crystalline, mixed with a very dry dirt, like freeze-dried coffee. It was, in a theoretical way, heating the soil to a degree in an industrial microwave oven―to a super high heat―and then dropping it, instantly, into a sub-zero freeze―in almost a conical direction―down.
RAF Watten, a Royal Air Force Base, had radar returns of these objects on all nights in question. RAF Watten, on the first and third night, picked up an object descending into the forest. The next day, the U.S. Air Force went to RAF Watten, talked to the air traffic controllers, and told them that an alien spacecraft landed in Rendlesham Forest.
There was contact with the base commander, and they were borrowing the radar tapes, but the tapes were never returned. These are all real people that are apparently talking now. I also know that on one of the nights in question, a small object appeared near the perimeter of RAF Watten, not far from our base. Of course, they had higher security because of the IRA threat at that time.
A Royal Air Force police dog handler [K-9 team] was doing a perimeter patrol, and the dogs went flat down on the ground. Then they saw these two beings near the fence line―prodding it―next to a triangular object. They were prodding the fence with these light-like objects. When they saw the RAF dog handlers, they fled toward this machine that took off and headed off toward our base.
When people ask about the film and photographs, there is confirmation―this isn’t a story I came up with. Captain Mike Verrano verifies on the Cable News Network program, UFO: The Bentwaters Incident, from 1985, that indeed he drove the wing commander Gordon Williams, the next morning, to an awaiting jet. The pilot opened the canopy, and he said, “What do you have in that satchel?” And he said, “I have actual film. We have actual film and photographs of the UFO.” So, Gordon Williams personally handed this material, in a satchel, to the pilot, Mike Verrano. I, by the way, asked where the film was going, and I was told Germany. That was Air Force command at that time. From there, we know that there was a paper trail, and that it was eventually sent back to Washington.
I was an honorably discharged security policeman. I’ve heard a lot of nasty things said about me, but I have my records. The only reason I have my records is because I was advised to steal some of them―by an Air Force Colonel―because he said they would vaporize you. He said, “They are going to fireproof you.”
I was looked at almost like a Frank Serpico kind of guy. I was not a team player, because I was talking to everyone.
Unfortunately, my friend Alabama went AWOL trying to get back home. At O’Hare Airport, he was captured by the FBI and returned to duty immediately. All he wanted to do was go home, but he was put back on flight duty. I was riding with the senior master sergeant on vehicle patrol, just totally depressed with everything, when Alabama called in― this is a real person―and said he was going to kill himself if he couldn’t go home. And, this guy turned the pick-up truck quick, and was heading toward the post. He said, “You stay on the goddamn radio…” I saw all the units across the flight line responding and everything. I never hear Mr. Halt comment on this at all, and that’s why he won’t stand with me in a place―because I bring up things that maybe they feel bad about. As he says, the Air Force was on the sidelines for it all.
Anyway, Alabama had a short M16, and he put it in his mouth and took the top of his head off. This was the first time I ever saw death― violent death―at 19. We were as different as night and day, me and this kid. You know―he was the south; I was the north. He was very religious. I respect that, but we had nothing in common. He was a nice guy. And, they did not do anything to help us…
I have had unbelievable phone problems for years―the typical things ―and my mail is still intercepted. In this country [the UK], it was opened and resealed in plastic for years, with a letter of apology. Many of our packages don’t get where they are going.
Later, my passport was coming up for renewal, and I sent it in. It would have expired by the time I was going on a trip. But soon after sending it in for a new one, I got a letter back saying, “Mr. Warren, your passport was altered or mutilated and you need to reapply for another one.”
So, I just, I said, “Oh fine,” and filled it out.
Next response: “Mr. Warren, you must reestablish U.S. citizenship.” I’m like, “What?” I’m calling all these people.
Finally, in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, at the National Passport Center, this woman said, “I can’t tell you what’s happening here.” After a while, I said, “Listen, I’m writing a book called Left at East Gate,” and she goes, “The Bentwaters thing…” She said, “Call me at this number”―it was her home number in Lebanon, New Hampshire.
I called her, and she said to me, “I have the official printout: ‘This individual’s passport is being revoked under some classification, due to his speaking of sensitive defense issues at a public forum on foreign soil,’ and then some coding, DoD coding, under it.” I have it all, and it is just bizarre.