The sworn oath of alien secrecy
“It is difficult to imagine evolution in alien
planets operating in any manner other
Simon Conway Morris
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0954 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The alien was assisted by Con and Colonel Curtis to a more comfortable position to address the group. A log was placed against the tree to act as a seat, and Con’s folded jacket served well as a cushion. Colonel Curtis helped the alien to put the breathing apparatus strap back on, placing the mask in place over its mouth and nose. The alien’s condition seemed to be deteriorating even more rapidly with stress caused by their indecision.
‘If we call for them, how fast can your Research Ship be here?’ asked Colonel Curtis with genuine concern.
‘In under 20 minutes if needed, the Research ship has already traveled most of the distance and awaits my contact. Thank you for your concern Colonel. Please be seated so that I might continue.’
‘You must keep us informed,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘If your condition becomes critical, you must advise us in sufficient time to allow the opportunity for the Research Ship to arrive with enough time to assist you.’
There was a spirit of cooperation and a strength of resolve in their dealings now. Several more logs had been found for the others to sit on as they gathered once again around the alien as equals. The alien began . . .
‘Over millions of years we have discovered thousands of worlds containing life. Some of those worlds contained intelligent life. After many failed attempts with the loss of entire civilizations, eventually we realized that the path to survive Armageddon required non-contact and non-intervention before the event. Rather than intervene, we leave the only known solution to Armageddon with every intelligent species we discover, for them to find at precisely the time it will be needed and not before.
‘Once an alien species emerges from the destruction, the intergalactic community of species that have survived Armageddon greet them and assist with their survival. The gift of an enormous Space City is given so that they can continue their journey of exploration, learning and spiritual age evolution. The necessary practice of non-contact with developing worlds is explained and agreed upon.’
Evan could envisage the proposed “gift” Space City awaiting the survivors from Earth as if he were there. Much smaller than the city that currently orbits the Sun, still, what it lacks in size, it more than makes up for in potential. Designed to accommodate a population of up to 300,000, it contains sufficient resources to get surviving humans away from risk and start them on their journey. It’s been designed so that it can easily be expanded to accommodate a rapidly growing population.
The “gift” Space City can theoretically reach any point across our Galaxy. It utilizes a seemingly endless invisible “dark’ energy that can be safely and easily harvested throughout the galaxy. Cylindrical in shape, the city rotates slowly to simulate Earth’s gravity exactly. The heavily fortified “nose” of the Space City protects the craft from the hazards that come from extreme velocities. The entire shell of the city is made of materials so dense, they can pass right through a large sun without damage. Nothing short of a black hole can stop it.
Inside the city, the rich biological diversity of the Earth is preserved for our eventual needs, some of it already in use to hydroponically grow foods for a future thriving population. Everything had been considered; sporting fields, early learning centers; research, art, craft, entertainment and manufacturing facilities, spacecraft for exploration, it is a truly incredible gift.
The Space City that waits ready for humanity, is disguised in near light speed orbit within our outer solar system’s asteroid belt. Fully automated, it will remain there unable to be detected, ready to greet any survivors that successfully implement the alien solution and survive the Armageddon event.
‘Arriving at your Earth 18,000 years ago, something was different from any other planet we’d visited. For the first time ever, we were not the first advanced species to arrive. Another alien race had arrived before us. It was an alien species we had never encountered before . . . an alien race that had also survived Armageddon on their own, in exactly the same way we had survived.
‘The “Greys”, as we affectionately like to identify them as, arrived 600,000 years before us. They are slightly taller and more slender than humans, with dark grey skin that sheds like a snake. They originally came from a solar system that is further distance from the center of the galaxy than Earth.
‘Several thousand Greys had survived their Armageddon event. Earth was the first planet they had come across that held hope of producing an intelligent and self-aware species. Your sun’s orbit became their temporary home, while great work stations orbited your Earth . . . a chance to consolidate and build again . . . a launching pad for their future ambitions.
‘The Greys find the Earth highly toxic . . . poisonous atmosphere, high levels of alkalinity, dangerously high levels of radiation. They struggle to even move under the weight of your tremendous gravity. But the Earth still suited their purposes well.
‘The Greys left the Earth periodically, but would always return eventually. They sent out great cities to explore, but theirs is a race with a history of strong desire for communal interaction. Their exploration did not venture far and continuously as did our own. Eventually, the instinct to physically interact would bring them back to the same meeting place that had served them so well, Earth’s solar system.
‘From 146,000 years ago until 14,000 years ago, the Greys had maintained a permanent population in orbit around the Earth to facilitate their huge space craft construction ambitions. They can only stand your gravity for short periods of time, so trips to the surface of Earth, although frequent, rarely lasted for more than a few hours at a time.
‘The difficulties the Greys faced working on the surface of your world eventually led them to the decision to enhance the skills and abilities of the local population. They only did so because they truly believed it to also be beneficial for the eventual evolutionary development of mankind.
‘The first of my race came to Earth on the same Research Ship that awaits your directions now, with a crew of 84. The Space City that currently orbits your Sun was hurling through space at close to the speed of light and had already traveled well past this solar system. It took 640 of your years to launch the Research Ship, travel to your solar system and put it into orbit around your sun. It took an additional 2,000 of your years before the arrival of our Space City.
‘When we first arrived into your solar system, the Greys were jubilant to know that they were not the only advanced intelligent life in the galaxy. They had substantially mastered the art of telepathic communication. Like all advanced races, they were peaceful, focusing their efforts towards exploration of the galaxy and the discoveries of the spiritual age. They had built, and were continuing to build, Space Cities to take their rapidly growing population safely across the vast distances of space.
‘The Greys were a friend to the Earth, or so they had believed up until the time of our arrival. The Earth had been kept safe from cataclysmic events, and you should know, it always will be. The survival of all species was of paramount importance. The Greys maintained the biodiversity of the Earth with tremendous responsibility. As much as was possible, they left your environment in pristine condition.
‘Early man was recognized as the dominant and emerging intelligent species on Earth. The Grey’s presence could not help but influence your development. You learned to use tools and you learned to trade. You even assisted in some of their mineral extraction endeavors on the surface of Earth.
‘Life was very harsh for early man. The Greys embraced mankind, and they made your lives better, and easier. Thanks to the Greys, you live longer, healthier and happier lives than you might have without their intervention.
‘Mankind was genetically enhanced. You have been advanced, you have been strengthened and saved from the ravages of many plagues, and you have been likened to the Grey’s image. The human race now includes genetic material not of this Earth. You are now possibly millions of years advanced of where we would have normally expected you to be on the evolutionary ladder without their influence.
‘We told the Greys of our experiences of becoming involved with advancing civilizations before the Armageddon event. They never doubted us. They wanted to rectify the situation and asked for our help. Numerous possibilities existed. We even considered eradicating mankind so that a new intelligent species might emerge. But that is not our way.
‘Around 14,000 years ago, after a great deal of studying man, a way to help you survive the Armageddon event was decided upon. All evidence of alien activity on Earth was to be removed as best as possible. A strategy of counter-intervention was decided upon.
‘Everything that could be done to help man’s long term survival was done. The solution to Armageddon had been left on the Earth for you to find at precisely the time it was required. The counter-intervention was in place and having exactly the sort of impact we had hoped for. Then, 2,000 years ago, both races departed the Earth, never to return, never to interfere with the evolutionary path of mankind or the events of Earth again.
‘Mankind will destroy this Earth, that is for certain. But hopefully your species will emerge from the destruction and join the galactic community that peacefully explores this vast galaxy.
‘The Greys have preserved the biodiversity of the Earth aboard the Space City they hope to gift to you one day. It is also hoped that you will one day join us near the center of the galaxy to build a new home world and sow the seeds of life of Earth once more. It is the first time we have had the opportunity to do such conservation work before without the risk of intervention preventing us.
‘Our Space City has just finished a major renovation with the help of the Greys. The city was being readied for departure from this solar system when we detected atomic fission detonations on Earth. That is how we come to be here together this day.
‘It is imperative that we give mankind its best chance for survival. The counter-intervention strategy must be allowed to continue to work. Knowledge of other worlds and intelligent species must not be allowed to be widely known. You have all the information I am prepared to reveal. The decision of how we proceed from here is now yours.’
With that, completely exhausted, the alien sat down on the flat ground, lay down on its right side and closed its eyes. The act of telepathic communication is much more taxing than that of speech alone.
As Con used his jacket to place under the alien’s head, the rest of the group got up and stretched. Colonel Rafter spoke first.
‘This is still a matter under military control. Colonel Curtis, Major Baker, I suggest we retire to consider our next move.’
The officers retreated to the privacy afforded on the other side of the crashed spaceship once more.
Alien containment at Roswell
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 2 hours and 7 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Can we take a step back please Evan?’ asked Julius. ‘You mentioned something before, only briefly, and I thought I’d get you to expand on it before the thought was lost.’
‘What was that?’
‘You said that the aliens told you “nature is imperfect . . . by design!” What does that actually infer . . . “by design”?’
‘You’re paying attention Julius. As I’ve mentioned before, telepathic communication is a very efficient and comprehensive communication. When that term was communicated, it came with a rich mosaic of additional understanding and imagery.
‘All advanced aliens believe that our universe was created . . . by design. The alien journey through the Spiritual Age is still in its infancy. However, they’ve projected a future where at the eventual end of the life of our universe, all intelligent species will unite just as the universe collapses back into a single point.
‘There’s a “tipping” point where an energy that causes our universe to expand begins to rapidly diminish relative to a strengthening of gravity. Minute traces of residual energies that resonate in deep space offer proof of previous existences before the “Big Bang”, so the processes of creation and end of our universe have occurred before, possibly infinite times before.
‘At the alien encounter, I envisaged an energy that was unknown to me at the time, but I now believe it to be what we today term as “dark energy”. I’m not sure how it diminishes, but I envisaged a universe to be expanding at a seemingly unstoppable pace, then, something happens . . . a critical point is reached very early in the expected life of the universe as the lower universe density somehow causes a shift in the laws of physics. Gravity, which has been minimal since the “Big Bang”, returns relatively quickly to strength, reins in the expansion and reverses the process to an ultimate single point.
‘Just before the final moments of time in our existence, all surviving advanced spiritual entities unite. They then become one. That “one” becomes the creator, or God, for the next universe as the process of the “Big Bang” is repeated. Our God is merely the composite entity that survived the previous universe; that created the scientific parameters to bring about our “Big Bang”.’
Evan paused, the substance of what he communicated would need a little time to be absorbed.
‘God is the composite entity that survived the previous universe?’ asked Julius thoughtfully. ‘You know something, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a credible origin of God. It makes perfect sense.’
‘Each universe is vastly different to any that have gone before it. Each universe is created with its own unique set of scientific parameters designed to create a unique result. Each “God”, or “surviving composite entity,” is as different as each universe, and the contribution they bring to the further evolutionary process.
‘Aliens consider the universe to be like a seed that has been planted, and that the fruit that it eventually bears be harvested for sustenance for a far more advanced evolutionary process. They believe there have possibly been infinite universes, and therefore, an infinite number of Gods. God is not the final stage of evolution, but merely the next stage of the evolutionary ladder. Evolution climbs infinitely, and has done for all eternity.
‘The “all caring, all listening” Gods of our religions here on Earth don’t exist. Our God is unaware of our individual existence. The result is all that matters, and that result is securely in the pipeline already. Our God is off somewhere evolving. He is not likely to be involved in the unfolding of our universe.
‘Scientific observations over millions of years have led the aliens to believe that the results from perfectly identical experiments occasionally deliver an unexpected result, despite having no scientific explanation of how such a varied result is possible. This is proof of the existence of God in their eyes, as there is no possible scientific explanation for their observations. Essentially, Darwinism is correct, with two additions. One addition is that the massive diversification of life is substantially accelerated because nature was “designed” to be deliberately imperfect.’
‘And the second?’ asked Julius now completely absorbed by what he was hearing.
‘The second addition is that evolutionary adaptions are not confined within species. If one species finds an adaption that is beneficial to its survival, it is possible for other species not closely related to still learn and adopt the innovation. The sharing of genetic information between different species can be facilitated through mere interaction. The sharing of genetic information is even possible between advanced alien species from different worlds they’ve discovered. Part of their belief in the unification process at the time of the end of our universe stems from that knowledge.’
‘I knew it!’ said Julius, deliberately trying to slow the momentum of the conversation to a manageable level. ‘Dogs and their owners really do end up growing to look like each other! The aliens’ theory proves it once and for all!’
They both laughed.
‘Seriously though Evan, do they actually believe that their destiny is to become God?’
‘That’s been a point of concern for me for many years Julius. One of several.’
‘What are your other concerns?’ asked Julius.
‘You’re getting ahead of me again,’ said Evan looking a little run down and quite pale from the exercise. Evan looked around as if trying to get the attention of a flight attendant, but his look seemed almost paranoid. ‘Let me organize some fresh drinks and I’ll continue.’
More drinks? thought Julius despondently. Oh great!
Alien assistance needed at the Roswell Alien UFO crash
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1035 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The officers returned after only a few minutes. The alien’s worsening condition must have motivated them to respond promptly.
‘Everyone gather around please,’ said Major Baker indicating that everyone should move back into position around the alien.
As they gathered around the alien, Major Baker gently helped it back into an upright position. The alien opened its eyes. It was too weak now to sit back on the improvised seat, instead it rested against the tree.
‘I sense that you have not reached a final decision.’
‘Not entirely’ said Colonel Rafter to the alien. ‘But a decision will be forthcoming within minutes we hope. We invite your participation.’ Then towards Major Baker. ‘Major, I think it best for you to run this gathering at this point.’
Major Baker stood, he began to pace as he addressed the group.
‘It was the unanimous decision by the officers that we should agree to the alien request to allow this to be a decision by all of us. If the alien secret is to be maintained, it must be a decision that is made by, and agreed to by . . . everyone.’
There was a general murmur of agreement from everybody.
‘The military personnel here have sworn an enlistment oath to their superior officers and to the President of the United States of America. By not reporting what we’ve found here, and also what we’ve learned here, we will all be breaking that oath.’
The officers looked towards Evan.
‘The intentions and motivations of our alien friend here are not entirely understood by us. However, we believe that the alien has offered sufficient evidence of goodwill for us to reach a conclusion that we should not be revealing what has transpired here. Furthermore, we believe it’s in the best interest of all that we do not pursue further revelation from the alien. We, the officers that is, are confident that the alien’s efforts and advice are entirely focused on the best outcome for mankind.
‘The oath of enlistment does not make allowances for this type of contingency. There are legal precedents where military personnel have defied the orders of senior officers and been vindicated by the circumstances. A degree of discretion is not so unfamiliar when it comes to decision making within the American military. We are exercising discretion here even by allowing this to be decided by a vote.
‘We believe that only if the entire group agrees, and that includes Owens and Fells, can we achieve the alien requirement for secrecy. No one should be put into a position of carrying secrets against their wishes. Should a single discerning voice be heard, the decision will be to hand the contact over to the appropriate authorities whilst still containing knowledge of what has unfolded here as best as we can.
‘Basically gentlemen, the question is this. Do we contain the information to ourselves, or do we entrust it into the care of the military and our government?
‘As Military Police, the sworn duties of Owens and Fells are in sharp contrast to what we may decide here. I suggest we first determine if the act of secrecy can be agreed upon here, before we approach Owens or Fells with the dilemma.’
‘Does anybody want to contribute?’ asked Colonel Rafter of the group.
‘I believe it should remain a decision of the officers,’ said Con. ‘You know better than us how our government will respond. Can such a secret be kept by our politicians, numerous military and other government department personnel?’
‘Possibly,’ responded Major Baker. ‘But I honestly doubt it. I think it’s okay to tell you that we officers are strongly in favor of containing this right here, right now. We will do so only with your absolute agreement and cooperation though. That is how it stands.’
‘I vote that we contain this here and now,’ said Con almost immediately.
‘Me too,’ said Terry.
The group looked to Evan, he was still having some doubts about what the alien was withholding. After a quiet moment of consideration, he responded. ‘It’s unanimous then.’
Major Baker turned to the alien. ‘Call in your Research Ship, you’re going home.’
The alien communicated an enormous sense of relief which was welcomed by the group.
‘Thank you for your trust.’ The alien closed its eyes, lay back down, and pulled the breathing apparatus back over its mouth.
‘What about Owens and Fells?’ enquired Con.
‘Colonels Rafter and Curtis, and I, have already discussed this contingency. We’re going to proceed at this point and assume that we have the full support of Owens and Fells for the decision we’ve taken,’ said Major Baker. ‘If they should disagree, we’ll hand everything we have over to the military immediately. The most imperative action required right now is to get this alien aboard his Research Ship so they can administer the first aid required to save his life.’
‘No matter what happens from this point in time, we must make sure that there’s sufficient opportunity for the Research Ship to rescue the alien,’ Colonel Rafter added. ‘Inter-planetary diplomacy demands it.’
There was general enthusiastic agreement.
Major Baker continued. ‘Fells is guarding our vehicles and assuring our privacy here. Owens, however, has been sent to Roswell to secure some biological hazard containment equipment in case it should be needed. It’ll be some time before he returns and we can speak with him.’
‘Should we be concerned about any biological hazard?’ Colonel Curtis asked of the alien.
‘We have already eliminated that possibility,’ the alien replied. ‘There is no risk at all.’
‘How do we proceed from here?’ Colonel Rafter asked of the group.
The alien quickly took the opportunity to give direction for unfolding events.
‘You should leave immediately, making sure not to retain any evidence of this encounter, or of you ever being here. My rescuers onboard the Research Ship will remove me and all evidence of the crash as much as possible.’
They all got up, ready to leave. Con assisted the alien into a more comfortable position.
‘There is the problem of the small amount of spaceship debris at the other crash site,’ communicated the alien. ‘Can I please entrust your group the task of gathering and fully disposing of all the evidence found there. Some of the technology that may be evident at the site is clearly not of this Earth. It must disappear.’
‘I need to get back to the other crash site as soon as possible then,’ said Major Baker. ‘It’s important that I supervise the cleanup that’s well under way there.’
With all the strength it could muster, the alien sat upright without assistance.
‘Goodbye friends. It has been my great pleasure to have known you, and to have also so quickly earned your trust and respect. This could not have been an easy decision. I thank you. We thank you.’
They watched as the alien lay down, closed his eyes and rested in complete exhaustion.
Thunder rumbled through distant hills as soon as they commenced their return journey. A storm was coming; a big one by the sounds. There was an unnatural sense of urgency to get back to the vehicles. Without a word, the six witnesses to the alien encounter quickly made their way back towards where Fells was waiting. They would try to make as much ground as possible before the weather deteriorated.
The storm front raced across the New Mexico skies with uncommon haste. It occurred to Colonel Curtis that the storm was similar in its ferocity and nature to the one that masked the original disappearance of the spaceship. The Research Ship was making sure it wouldn’t be seen or detected. Very sure!
Within a few minutes of departing the alien crash site, the rain and wind commenced. An immense rolling storm front was quickly bearing down on the group making traversing the landscape extremely difficult.
‘We need to hurry!’ yelled Colonel Curtis, only too aware of the storm’s might to follow. Only he realized at that time the storm’s unnatural origin and awesome destruction it promised.
The heavy downpour made it even more difficult than any of them could’ve imagined getting back to Fells and the location of the vehicles. After more than half an hour of struggling to find their way back, Evan made his way to high ground to try to get some sort of bearing.
If anything, the storm was getting worse. Punishing rains brought flooding creeks that now swept through the gullies and across low ground. It was extremely difficult to find any way forward that wasn’t blocked. The aliens were making a good job of eradicating the evidence.
Finally, through the unrelenting downpour, Evan spotted the intermittent beam from headlights from one of the vehicles in the distance. He took a bearing and then headed back down the slope to join the others. They hadn’t moved at all.
‘This way!’ Evan screamed at the top of his lungs trying to be heard over the storm. It was no use, but the others got the idea and followed.
A little over 50 minutes after leaving the alien, the group finally found their way back to the vehicles. With all seven of them somehow crammed into Evan’s hot rod, Fells addressed the three officers. ‘Sirs. I have been expecting you. The alien has made me privy to all that transpired back at the crash site. I know the decision that you’ve arrived at, and I fully concur. You have my full support and cooperation.’
‘Amazing,’ commented Major Baker in awe of the communication feat. ‘Thank you Fells, what about Owens, was he also privy to the conversation?’
‘By now Owens has had sufficient time to make his way back to Roswell sir. I don’t believe he was able to monitor events in the same way I was. At least, I believe that to be the case sir,’ offered a confused Fells.
As if the storm somehow sensed that the group had safely made their way back to their vehicles, an enormous wind, characteristic of category five hurricane strength, smashed the environment all around them. Con and Terry made a mad dash for the Austin to wait out the storm. Owens had taken the other car to Roswell, so the three officers and Fells stayed with Evan in the Hot Rod. Despite their urgent need to return, it would be another two hours before they would finally consider it safe enough to risk the few miles drive back to the Sanchos homestead.
Witness to Roswell
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1407 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
As soon as the storm had abated sufficiently, the seven alien witnesses raced back to the Sanchos home so that they could cover their tracks. As they pulled into the driveway, they saw that the house had been substantially damaged. Roofing iron had been torn off above the bedrooms and lay twisted around a leafless tree, a bedroom window had been smashed by a falling tree branch. An elevated water tank on a stand next to the house had been completely blown over, barely missing the house as it fell. Uprooted trees and broken branches were strewn all about. The storm still raged, but not nearly as violently as before.
The army crew sent to clean up the original crash site had at the very least, substantially finished their task by the time the storm hit. They were now bunkered down in the Sanchos home against the storm’s ferocity when the others arrived, attempting to stem the torrents or rain entering through the various damage upstairs.
Colonels Curtis and Rafter, and Major Baker, braved the lingering tail of the storm to inspect the debris that had been collected at the original crash site. It was contained within the back of one of the army’s 2½-ton 6 X 6WD cargo trucks. It covered almost the entire floor of the truck, about a foot high on average.
Major Baker and Colonel Rafter climbed up into the back of the truck so they could get a better look at what’d been found. In particular, they searched for any evidence of technology that couldn’t easily be explained. After a thorough search, they determined that the wreckage in the truck consisted almost entirely of the “skin” of the spacecraft except for a small amount of material that had a honeycomb type make-up. They assumed that to be part of the frame or structure in some sort of capacity. Satisfied that there was nothing that would create too much interest, the officers headed inside.
‘Could you please assemble the cleanup crew in the living room Sergeant?’ Major Baker asked of the most senior of the group.
Once assembled, flanked by the other officers, Major Baker addressed the crew.
‘Is that all the debris you’ve collected? It’s important that every piece be made available as we attempt to reconstruct the object,’ said the Major.
One of the men stood up and walked over to the Major. He handed him a small piece of foil like material.
‘Thank you,’ said the Major. ‘Is there anybody else that has anything? No?’
‘What you have witnessed here today is highly classified information that you must never discuss with anyone without permission from, and in the presence of, a senior military intelligence officer. That is a direct order gentlemen. What do you do when you are given an order?’ barked Major Baker.
The men all sprang to attention now, saluted and shouted in unison. ‘Yes sir!’ They knew by the Major’s fierce attitude that he meant business.
‘Last chance,’ said Colonel Curtis with extreme menace. ‘Does anybody still hold any of the debris you collected? Hand it over right now and the matter will be forgotten.’
One of the men handed over a tiny piece of foil.
‘Anybody else? This is your last chance!’ Major Baker was yelling now.
Nobody moved. The officers glanced at each other. They now felt completely satisfied that there was no more wreckage to be collected.
‘You may stand at ease now gentlemen,’ said the Major. ‘Thank you for your efforts up to this point. We’re not be going back to the crash site; today’s storm would make it too difficult to find anything that may have been missed.’
The Major thought for a moment; the room remained silent.
‘Project Mogul involves the deployment of very high altitude balloons used for the detection of Soviet atomic tests. The balloons carry top secret, highly sensitive sound wave detection technology that must never fall into the hands of our enemies. Did anybody here see anything that might incorporate the technology I just described?’
The men looked amongst themselves but no one responded.
‘I will be creating a cover story for the debris you’ve recovered,’ said Major Baker pausing for effect. ‘Most likely, we’ll claim the debris to be from a weather balloon. You can tell people it was a weather balloon should you feel the need to say something about your activities here today. Are there any questions gentlemen?’
None were forthcoming. The explanation seemed quite plausible.
‘Leave the vehicle with the crash site debris here for now and take the other truck back,’ instructed Major Baker, then addressing the Sergeant. ‘You and your men are to report back to your Commanding Officer as soon as the storm has sufficiently passed Sergeant.’
The storm had now abated considerably. The Sergeant immediately assembled the troops with their belongings and departed.
‘Nice job,’ Colonel Rafter whispered to the Major. ‘Even I believe the cover story.’
Not long after the cleanup crew departed, Major Baker attempted to call his office to make urgent contact with Owens. The phone line was completely dead. The storm had likely brought the lines down. The aliens had done a thorough job. There was nothing to do but wait for Owens to return as per his orders.
‘What should we do with the crash debris?’ asked Colonel Rafter.
‘I’ll dispose of it,’ offered Con. ‘We can put it into my shed for now. Once the storm has passed, I can take the bulldozer out and dig a hole somewhere that nobody will ever find. Nobody will ever know where that hole is except me.’
There was universal agreement.
While waiting for Owens, everyone helped to unload the truck into a shed behind the house. Once the rain had completely stopped, Terry took Evan and Fells to the first crash site to see if any debris had been left behind. Their task was to determine if there was any further clean up required. After several hours, they returned to report that it was virtually impossible for them to identify the original crash site location. The storm had completely upheaved the entire landscape.
The three officers had only just returned from the main crash site themselves. Flooding had completely altered the landscape there as well they said. There was not a piece of evidence to be found.
While they were all gone, Con got the bulldozer out and crushed everything left of the crash debris that wouldn’t burn. It compacted down to a size no bigger than a typical large motorcycle. It was now loaded onto the back of his Austin truck ready to be buried somewhere. There was nothing to do now except wait for Owens.
Alien bio-hazard containment
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1922 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
It was several more hours before Owens finally returned with materials that could be employed in the event of a biological hazard. It’d been a difficult task to secure the items without drawing undue attention, but he’d succeeded. As instructed, he’d returned alone. The group gathered in the living room to discuss what had transpired.
‘Did you have any trouble with the storm?’ Colonel Rafter asked of Owens.
‘I wasn’t aware of any storm sir until I tried to make my way back out here,’ replied Owens. ‘The roads were impassable with flooding, so I headed back into town and waited a couple of hours before trying again. I then made it back to where the vehicles had been parked. When I saw that you’d left that location, I came back here.’
‘Have you mentioned to anybody about anything that occurred today?’ asked Major Baker.
‘No sir. I followed my orders to the letter. I managed to secure most of what you required without being questioned sir, and without being seen as much as possible.’
‘Good work Owens,’ said Colonel Curtis smiling. Owens was a highly-valued member of the 509th. He could always be counted on. ‘We have a lot that we need to tell you.’
Con, Terry and Fells had worked a miracle in the kitchen. They brought out a feast of thick tender steak, fried eggs, whole baked potatoes and lashings of beans.
‘Let’s eat first,’ suggested Con cheerfully.
There was no argument.
Disagreement over the alien solution
‘I’m sorry sir,’ said Owens. ‘I can’t agree to what you ask of me. It doesn’t seem right.’ Everybody was absolutely stunned. They didn’t expect Owens to go against the group.
The briefing to Owens of what had transpired in his absence took more than an hour. It didn’t go as well as it could have. Without experiencing the alien’s actions and influence first hand, Owens was suspicious of the alien motives and he clearly stated so. He wouldn’t agree to the veil of secrecy that’d been agreed to by the others.
Con realized that Owens was uncomfortable with his isolated position and the tension within the room so he took the decision to give Owens some much needed support. The officers understood Con’s intention and welcomed the interjection.
‘We’d anticipated your response,’ said Con gently. ‘It was agreed that if any single person dissented, that person’s right to do so would be upheld and we would report the encounter to the authorities.’
Owens appreciated the sentiment from Con.
‘If that is how you feel Owens,’ said Major Baker after a moment. ‘We all stand with you united. A course of action reporting the encounter has always remained open.’
‘That’s correct,’ added Colonel Curtis. ‘Your decision will be upheld without question.’
‘Thank you very much sirs,’ said Owens. ‘But I was never in any doubt that would be the case. Do you all mind if I take some time to consider my decision before making it final?’
The officers considered the proposition and nodded in agreement.
‘Of course,’ replied Colonel Curtis. ‘Con, I’d give just about anything for a stiff drink right now. It’s been one hell of an incredible day. Do you have anything?’
Con, Terry and Evan all looked sheepishly at each other and smiled.
‘I might have a little something out back,’ said Con nonchalantly, not wanting to spoil the surprise of what secret really lay out back.
Time to consider the implications of the crash at Roswell
A good meal followed by some quality home brewed bourbon left the group in good spirits. Whatever problems they faced seemed less daunting now. Colonel Rafter, as senior officer, addressed all that were present.
‘The phone lines are still down and we’re likely to be out of communication for some time. We’ve had maybe a little too much good bourbon to drive. I suggest that we all get a good night’s rest and consider our alternatives in the morning,’ then turning to Owens. ‘Is that satisfactory for you Owens? Can we be confident of your input in the light of morning?’
‘Sir,’ replied Owens now feeling much more relaxed after a few drinks. ‘You can be assured that I will remain here until the morning.’
‘Terry, Evan, grab the bedding and bring it downstairs into the living room,’ said Con.
Owens was now quite drunk. ‘I do intend to head back to Roswell later in the morning after further consultation with you all. I’ll keep an open mind as I don’t believe you took the course of action that you did lightly. However, I feel I should warn you, I’m a loyal and obedient soldier first and foremost. I have sworn an oath to my country, my superiors in the military, and the President of the United States of America.’
Fells laughed out loud at the hilarious inebriated state of his fellow MP.
Before turning in, the three officers conferred quietly out on the front porch.
‘What the hell are we gonna do now?’ asked Major Baker of his fellow officers. ‘We’re guilty of treason!’
Hearing those words being spoken out loud impacted heavily on all three officers. The reality of their predicament was suddenly very real, and very dire.
‘Do we live by our words as we committed to at the crash site?’ asked Colonel Curtis. ‘We could just deny everything. We could say that Owens is crazy. There is no crash debris, no space ships and no aliens to be found anywhere. No evidence will exist at all except for the witnessing of events by the personnel here. What do you think?’
‘I think we get a good night’s sleep,’ said Colonel Rafter trying to calm the conversation. ‘Tomorrow is a brand-new day. Who knows what it’ll bring.’
With that the group retired for the night. Except for Evan, none of them had slept for more than a day. Sleep would hopefully deliver a solution in the morning.
The Military could not agree at Roswell
Date: Sunday, July 6, 1947
Time: 0607 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Con and Fells share a love of cooking it seemed; they whipped up a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns and strong coffee. Terry and Evan made themselves busy with putting all the bedding back in place. When they eventually all sat down to eat there was very little conversation. It wasn’t just the bourbon from the previous night, the eventual decision by Owens weighed heavily on everyone’s mind. Especially Owens.
Three generations of Sanchos women and Terry’s younger brother were staying in town with Con’s brother for the weekend to enjoy the Fourth of July celebrations. Con was grateful they weren’t around to get caught up in the events that were still unfolding. However, he’d need to push the morning’s agenda, they were due home at any moment.
Major Baker felt that he’d failed to adequately communicate the turn of events that had unfolded at the crash site the previous day. If he’d done so, Owen’s decision would surely be the same as the decision agreed to by the others. For this reason, he decided not to chair the morning’s meeting.
Colonel Rafter wasn’t previously known to Owens. The officers felt that to be fair to Owens, the meeting should be under the direction of an officer that Owens wouldn’t normally answer to.
Everybody made their way into the living room well prepared for the task of making some tough decisions. The mood was positive, but apprehensive.
‘Thank you Con,’ started Colonel Rafter still feeling a little hung over from the previous night. ‘You’re an excellent host.’
‘Sir, if I may speak first?’ interjected Owens standing up unexpectedly.
‘Of course,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Speak freely Owens. You should know by now that the officers have all agreed there’s no privilege of rank here today. We are all to be considered of equal standing.’
‘I’ve had a very restless night,’ said Owens. ‘I’m not comfortable going against the decision that was made by everybody else. I believe I may have found a suitable compromise however.’
Colonel Rafter sat down giving Owens the floor.
‘You should know that I have the greatest respect for you all. I believe that if I had been present at the time the decision was made, things may have turned out very differently. Who can say?’
There was a pause while Owens gathered his thoughts. Nobody spoke.
‘I do know this. If I return and report what has happened here, and what your actions have been, it will cause us all a lot of trouble. So, I’ve come to a decision.’
Colonel Rafter tried to speak but Owens was determined to have his say.
‘I wanted no part of your deception at first, but, that may not be practical. I don’t want to get you in trouble with the government or the military. I propose a compromise,’ said Owens now speaking directly to Major Baker. ‘Sir, early yesterday morning when I first reported for duty here, I was feeling very sick. Rather than accompany you on your quest with Colonel Rafter and Fells, you sent me home for a few days sick leave. I propose that I leave here immediately, and report back for duty at the Roswell airfield first thing tomorrow morning. We never speak of these events again. Can it be done?’
‘Owens, I think you need to hear more about what transpired in your absence so that you can better understand the reason for our decision,’ said Colonel Rafter standing once again. ‘It was the selfless actions of the alien that . . .’
‘Sir, with the greatest respect, I don’t want to know,’ said Owens cutting the Colonel off mid-sentence. ‘You’ve all been somehow influenced by the alien. You seem to believe that the alien intentions are honorable. I’m happy to accept that, but please don’t ask me to understand the alien influence over you sir.’
Colonel Rafter was about to refute Owens observations when Colonel Curtis stopped him.
‘We’ll respect your decision Owens if that’s what you choose,’ said Colonel Curtis looking directly at Colonel Rafter.
‘Who have you spoken to since you left the crash site?’ asked Major Baker following the lead set by Colonel Curtis.
‘Nobody of consequence sir. I masked all my movements, and I made no mention of the events of yesterday.’
‘It can be done,’ said Major Baker looking at the other officers for confirmation. Addressing the group, he asked . . . ‘Are we in agreement then?’
There was agreement all round.
‘Owens, you should leave immediately,’ said Colonel Curtis. ‘I’m granting you two days leave due to illness as of yesterday morning. Thank you for your decision.’
Without speaking another word, Owens grabbed his few personal possessions, walked out of the living room and made his way to the Army jeep. He didn’t even look back. Nobody spoke as they listened while the jeep engine started and then slowly disappeared into the distance.
‘I think we’ve done it,’ said Major Baker, obviously in a jubilant mood. ‘The existence of the aliens and what happened here over the past couple of days will never be known by anybody outside this room and Owens.’
Colonel Rafter wasn’t looking as happy as the rest of them. He was concerned about Owens’s observation that they were under alien influence. As it didn’t seem to concern the others he let it slide for now.
There was one thing left to do before they parted on that day, Sunday, July 6th, 1947. Each of the seven remaining men at the Sanchos Ranch took an oath. An oath that they would never reveal to anyone, for any reason, the alien existence or what had transpired there.