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TRUE HISTORY BEHIND FLIGHT 2012
by Vivian Harper The Yukon Tapes by Vivian Harper Sometimes I could kick myself. I have been sitting on this story for almost 40 years, never realizing the magnitude of it. But I believe all events have a special time to unfold. Bob was afraid to “tell”. He said he thought that they would come and kill him if he told. In turn so were my parents afraid to tell. Now I realize that if they didn’t want Bob to tell they would have killed him before he told not after. I first met Bob the summer of 1967 at my parents' house. He found his way into our living room totally by happenstance. All through the 60’s my family was searching for the meaning of life. So was everyone else back then. We were burning bras and the hippies were singing songs of love not war. We were all in the New Age. Part of all this, for our family was the study of UFOs, astrology, Spiritualism, Transcendental meditation and Metaphysics and much more. As a family we were into it all. Our UFO club in Vancouver BC was hosting a speaker from California. The day before she was to do her lecture she was on ‘talk radio’. “Bob” heard her and phoned the station. The next thing we know the meeting was set up in our house because dad had a brand new reel to reel audio tape recorder in a beautiful walnut stereo and record player piece of furniture. He was proud and would have liked to show it off. Poor old Bob. He said he was dying of cancer and just had to get this story off his chest. He was a big old guy walking with a cane that he used to hit things with, to make his points. Dad moved him away from the walnut veneer. He tells us he was a watchman for a gold mine in the Yukon that was closed for the winter. He had no electricity. He was isolated except for his dog. On this day he was baking bread and roasting a chunk of beef in his wood stove. The date he gives us is the 14th of February 1950. It is so cold no one would dare go outside in the –52’F weather. If you opened the door the cold air would come rolling onto the floor like a cloud of CO2. And this is the way it happened that day. All of a sudden, standing before him, in the fog, in the doorway were three men. They scared the pants off Bob. When he talked to them, they just stared at him not speaking not moving. Looking very sinister, they then looked around the room. Bob tried to ease the situation with some light chatter. He began to think they were Russians. And you might too because at the time we were hearing a lot about the Russians. The cold war started later that year. He spoke a few Russian words to them and there was no response. Bob is really shaking by now but offers them some fresh baked bread. Now what human could refuse fresh baked bread I ask you? I can imagine the aroma coming from that little cabin in the middle of nowhere in the blowing snow and sub zero temperatures. But no they were not there for the cuisine. Bob tried to tell them “Close the door”. Finally the door was closed by one of the visitors but not because they understood Bob. That’s when Bob hears them speak to each other in clicks and clacks and some guttural sounds. His confusion became terror when they tore off their hoods and Bob shone the kerosene lamp into their faces. Humanoids for sure but not quite. Still Bob is not sure what he had here. The humanoids looked troubled Bob said. He does not know how troubled they really are. If he knew the extent to their troubles he may have hid under a rock. Perhaps he should have. In the poor light he notices they had different degrees of radiation burns. One is missing an ear. Their baldheads are kind of a green color. He told us that if you saw these beings from 30 feet you would not notice them to be different. But up close they were quite different. Their jaw joint was put together differently. Their hands were small like a child’s and their arms are very short. Bob tells the story of how he finally realized who and what they were. He offered them bread using body language but they ignored him. He reached for a knife to cut himself a piece of bread and one of them grabbed his arm so hard he nearly fainted for the pain. “Oh my.” He recalls, “ I knew he could kill me in a second.” The pain continued with him moaning and groaning in the corner. Just then one of them came over and motioned to Bob to place his finger in this thumb print depression looking device. At first he was too afraid to do anything but decided anything was better than the pain he was feeling. Once he did he felt a complete and utter pleasant feeling go through his body and the pain disappeared. He says it was then that he realized that they were not from Saskatchewan. Their clothes smelled badly of burned metal. Especially the hoods. His explanation of the hoods is very strange. He says they were made of some kind of car seat material. I think he means a pile or a velour fabric. The fabric was bare and worn in spots. The hoods looked like they had been cut out and fashioned to fit their heads. Bob could not have known why any of this makes any sense at all. But later we find out. The next 3 ½ days Bob watches as they bring in boxes of “stuff” he does not recognize. “Looks like some machinery and instruments.” he says. They used a screen that answers to our description of a laptop computer, on his kitchen table to examine and take apart the equipment. All of it smells like burned metal. He thinks that they have crashed themselves and are working on their own craft. I don’t know if he decided this at that time or later in retrospect. If he had thought about it he might have wondered why they were using screwdrivers. Did he not know that alien crafts were not made of nuts and bolts? Perhaps it is a good thing that I waited so long to unearth this story because now we have uncovered new evidence that explains that Bob was actually a witness to the aftermath of a more sinister story. One that starts on earth. On February 13th 1950, the day before Bob’s visitors, a B36 bomber left Fairbanks Alaska doing what the US Air Force described as a simulated combat mission. It was a war readiness test for the B 36 and it’s crew. This meant that it was supposed to be an actual test carrying the actual nuclear core to be put in the actual Fat Boy bomb once in the air. This duty was given to Captain Ted Schreier who was the acting Weaponeer. There were 17 members to this crew. Captain Harold Berry at the controls and Co-pilot Ray Whitfield. These men knew what a ‘full combat posture’ meant. They had all been pilots during the Second World War. The pertinent rule in this story is the no fly zone over Canada. Their route was to be from Fairbanks to Great Falls Montana with an attack approach in San Francisco and ending in Fort Worth Texas. Following the coast they were about 7 hours in the air when out of no where there was absolute panic aboard flight 075. They radioed the Alaskan tower. “May Day...! May Day…! Loosing air speed” Captain Berry bellowed into the mouthpiece. The plane shudders. Someone in the background yells, “ We have engine 1, 2, 5 in flames. “ They are at 8000 feet. They know they are going down and so does the tower at Fairbanks. The main concern now is to get rid of the bomb. But the bombay doors are stuck and the plutonium has been inserted. It is Captain Schreier job to dismantle the plutonium core. It is not clear if he managed to do this however. The story that the crew tells is that they flew out to sea and dropped the bomb but we know the bombay doors were stuck closed. So if they did do this we are not clear. Imagine this. They start at the coast of BC turn west to drop the bomb and turn east again to enable the crew to parachute out over Princess Royal Island off the coast of BC. And then they put it on auto pilot which will take the empty plane east again back out to sea and allow it to crash in the Pacific. That was the plan but it didn’t happen that way. Can you imagine the courage it would take to jump out of an airplane in the middle of the night in Northern BC in February? I have heard that courage is fear in action. Well this takes the cake. Five men did not make it. Except a strange thing happen about then. They saw a UFO. They don’t (won’t) tell you that. What did it have to do with anything anyway? They must have thought. From the ground they watched in amazement while the plane did a 180’ turn around, back to Alaska. At this point we do not have enough evidence to say exactly what happened after that but circumstances do tell us a lot. Captain Schreier , the
weaponeer, was never found and his parachute was found 54 years later at
the crash site meaning that he never used it. We believe he was trying to
fly the weapon and the B 36 and the plutonium back to Alaska. The fear was
that it would get into the hands of the weapon hungry Russians. If he
wasn’t protecting the contents on the flight what was he doing risking
his life for nothing more than an old B 36. So here we are crashed in the
blowing snow with no hope of rescue. And I want to know why. If I could be the proverbial "fly on the wall" I might have observed the silhouette of three men walking in the snow towards the downed plane. First things first was to cover their bald heads against the icy weather. Hoping perhaps to find some hats aboard realizing the next best thing would be to find some fabric to ‘cut to size’ for the job. I know they didn’t use a pair of scissors for the job or a Swiss Army knife. A lazer light would work in this case. The seat covers would be the logical fabric to chose. It already has one seam sewn to fit the head. A cut here and there and voila hoods. Smelly hoods Bob said. Smelled of burned metal. In the dark, I can’t see what it was but they were putting small things in boxes that were from the wreckage. Bracing themselves against the wind they headed off over the hill and disappeared. We never ever saw their craft. But again, why were they there? Did they cause the crash? Did they steal something from the plane? Maybe the biggest question is why didn’t they examine the box contents aboard their own craft. They put poor old Bob through all that for what reason? Were they afraid of contaminating their only transportation? Only thing I can think of…! We do find out but not until
the end of the story. When all is said and done the real interesting story is the relationship Bob had with one of the aliens. The day after Bob hears one of them say a few familiar English words. “Stay” …”you stay” “OK” Bob says astonished. “Me, Bob.” “You? “ he motions with his finger. “Cliss” is the response. Although it wasn’t really as simple as “Cliss” More guttural, but Bob chose to call him Chris. A name he understood. It is clear from the start that Chris had a job to do and Bob was in the way and a nuisance. Time after time Bob would ask questions. If he had an answer at all it was only a word or two. “Where do you come from?” “Do you have women aboard?” The answer is complex as Chris tried to explain. “No women” with no explanation. But added that they came from a place very far away. So far away in fact, Chris has never been there himself. His grandfather had set out on a scientific mission. Since then there was Chris’ father and then himself. Bob couldn’t figure out how to ask but wanted to know how did Chris come to being if there were no women? He let the question pass. Bob wanted to know how many years it would take to go home. This opened up a can of worms for Bob. “No time” Chris said. “From here to here”. Chris motioned with his hands. I can understand that, but Bob had never thought about time as being anything but the earthly kind. Later, watching from across the room he is observing as closely as possible their antics. Tiny screwdrivers magnified with their ‘laptop computer’ showed a schematic detail on the screen. The strange men are chattering, click clack with their tongues and answering with guttural sounds from the throat. They don’t talk much. And they don’t look happy. But they are engrossed in their work. Bob chose his moment well to go outside and feed the dog. He should have known better for all of a sudden all three of them were down his throat so to speak. Chattering up a storm and physically blocking the doorway. Chris calmed them down. And told Bob under no circumstance should Bob try to leave the cabin. Maybe not in those words. But by now the poor dog was really hungry and had not been a problem so far. They seemed to understand this although there was no real compassion for the welfare of a dog it seemed to Bob. It was this moment when Bob realized that Chris was the boss. Although it was questionable according to at least one other alien being. The one called Red. Bob called him Red because when he got mad his face and neck went beet red. He was the scariest one and would have no trouble killing Bob if need be. Zap and it would be done. After a few words or clicks from Chris, Red took the bowl out for the dog. The dog never ate it and would never go back to that bowl again. Bob thought that was indicative of something sinister. Red is an interesting character. He is the only one to get angry but the first to laugh a bit. He was banging on the table trying to tell Bob to stay in doors when a pot fell off the wall with a loud bang. The silence afterward was deafening until Red and Bob began to laugh. For Bob it was a nervous relief to laugh but to Red it was short and sweet. The third character was a “go-fer.” Go for this and go for that. He was out doors so much Bob said the bit of skin around where a missing ear would have been was so cold it was blue. Dear Bob hunted up a pair of old earmuffs for him. He surmised that the scarring was due to radiation burns. Maybe he was right maybe he was wrong. In 1950 radiation effects had been in the news a lot. An educated guess maybe. Bob must have been using his 20x20 hindsight vision for many years to come. Talking about vision, Red wore contact lenses. It gave him a bug-eyed look that made Bob giggle when he told us. In 1950 Bob could not have known about contact lenses as they were just coming out and not popular. But in hindsight he identified the lenses a number of years later. In 1967 in my parent’s home, during the Canadian Centennial year Bob had many years of retrospect but still he never knew it all. He died soon after our visit. I hope he felt better after the heavy load was off his shoulders. I really do. His fear rubbed onto us so much, we were very closed mouthed about it until now. I really don’t think they were on a secret mission at all. If they were they would not have taken any chances in keeping Bob alive and I am sure they did not watch him for the rest of his life and would never want to retaliate if Bob told. Evidence tells us they were beneficial to our planet. This story has a beginning and an ending …maybe. In my own retrospect I wonder if they were investigating our earthly ability to destroy our own planet with nuclear power. And just maybe it is not us humans they were wanting to protect but our beautiful blue jeweled planet. And I hope they are still there doing their job at this precarious time in our modern times. “The meek will inherit the world” comes to mind. Recently we find that this was only the first of 60 such crashes. Imagine the US military being so determined to send out nuclear filled planes over the country again and again until the count is up to 60 Broken Arrows during the cold war alone. I’ll bet the US military were worried too. Now I wonder if they ever suspected outer space sabotage or if they blamed the Russians for all of it. Now that IS scary. Hopefully I will soon be able to say, Flight
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