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- I was given the choice of going to reenlisting

and becoming an officer and being this weather observer,

the duty weather observer,

for my entire career out in the ranges.

Or if I elected to go to Vietnam,

they would send me to Cameron Bay which was one of

the nicest places to get sent to

because you weren't really under fire or anything.

And then when I got back I

would only have two and a half months left on my enlistment

so I would be discharged and I could go home.

And since I was quite homesick at the time,

I decided to take Vietnam.

I was expecting to get sent to Cameron Bay

and to have a pretty easy rester after all

the stuff I'd been through out on the ranges.

Well when I got to Vietnam, you always have

to check into the country at Tan Son Nhut, next to Saigon.

And then the night before I got there,

the Communists had attacked

the airbase at Binh Thuy in the Delta,

a South Vietnamese Air Base with some Americans there.

It's on the Mekong River just

a few miles upstream from Can Tho,

South Vietnam's second-largest city.

And one of the American observers had been killed

and some other Americans had been killed.

And I got there and the sergeant looked at my orders

and he said to me well, I showed him my orders,

I'm going to Cameron Bay.

And he said to me, he said, "Well, you look to me,

"Airman Hall, like a man that knows how

"to take care of himself when things get pretty rough."

And I said, "Yeah."

So he tore my orders and said,

"And I'm sending you to Binh Thuy in the Delta."

And I said, "Wait, wait, there's a whole busload of them.

"I'll go get a couple, there's men

"that could do it better than me, right?" (laughs)

He typed up my orders and said, "You're going to Binh Thuy."

And I was on the next plane to Binh Thuy.

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There was the night I was watching four other guys in

their undershirts, they weren't even in combat-dressed,

running across the square and

the shells landing in among them and killing them.

I was in full combat dress and I was at

the entrance to the bunker and I didn't run out

to help them which took tremendous, and I just,

if I had, I'd have been killed.

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But then I was there when after the shelling stopped.

It might have been that one to help the medics

and the other guys.

I did get injured in Vietnam

but it wasn't due to enemy action.

One night during after one of the attacks,

I was walking across the open area

and they'd dug a hole, they had,

there was a piece of concrete and they'd dug

a hole in the concrete to put up some stuff.

And it wasn't marked.

And in the rain I accidentally stepped in

the concrete hole and ripped open

the skin over the shin on my left leg,

a three corner kind of tear,

but it didn't do any damage.

It didn't cut any muscles or anything,

but it opened it to the bone.

And the only medic we had was the dentist.

And when I went off to the dentist,

he said it needed 13 stitches.

And he only had two shots of Novocaine

and he didn't want to waste 'em on me

because South Vietnamese soldiers had taken serious injuries

and he needed them for them

because he couldn't get any more til 'the morning came

and the American planes would deliver him.

So he said that he needed to sew up that tear, 13 stitches,

and I wouldn't with no Novocaine, okay?

And I asked him, I said, "Is it okay if I scream

"when you do it because it's gonna be painful?"

And he laughed, he was a captain.

And he looked at me, he understood me.

I had three stripes.

He said, "Yeah, go ahead and scream all you want

"but see how close in the Communists are,

"they're right out there in that tree line.

"They're sure to hear it.

"It'll give him them a good laugh.

"Go on scream, and let them laugh, right?"

And I was so bullheaded.

I said, "I'd die before I let

"the Communists laugh at me screaming."

And I just stood there, bullheaded Englishman,

English kind of person I am and he put in all 13 stitches.

I said, "But it's okay if I count them, isn't it?"

He said yeah and we counted together.

I still remember 11, 12, 13,

and I still have the scar on my left leg today.

And then my left, lower left leg swelled up 'til

I could just barely put on my fatigue pants.

And a couple days later when, or three days later

when he had Novocaine and the medication he needed,

I went over there and I said do you have something

to kill the pain because it aches a lot?

And of course he only had a limited supply.

The captain still had that sense of humor.

He said, "Yeah but remember when you take it,

"it'll make the food in the chow hall taste bad."

And I thought I was gonna die laughing

because it already tasted so bad.

I said forget that noise, if it tastes any worse,

I won't be able to take it.

And so I did it all without painkiller or anything

and we were sitting there laughing our guts out.

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In Vietnam, the night I was in the tower and it was raining

and the Communists attacked and there was

a South Vietnamese, with mortars only,

and there was a South Vietnamese soldier standing down at

the base of my weather tower and the control tower

which was the same tower next to one of

the South Vietnamese aircraft.

And a shell, a mortar shell, landed directly next to him

and it was in the rain and exploded.

There's no flash with a mortar shell,

it just looks like a smoke bomb.

And the shrapnel killed him.

He dropped instantly.

And although I was in the tower above him,

it had wooden sides and stuff so it stopped,

and a wooden floor, and it stopped the shrapnel.

So it didn't blow off any wind.

There's no concussion with the mortar shell

and none of the glass or anything was harmed.

And so as I looked there it looked like he was play acting.

It looked like he was an actor

and he wasn't very good, okay?

It looked like he just crumpled.

I thought he was play acting.

I thought, since we were friends and he knew I was watching,

that he was just trying to fun with me, the way soldiers do.

And it was so new, it was one of

the first mortar attacks I was in,

I didn't realize we were being fired on.

I thought it was funny, the way he acted.

And he just laid there and I kept saying come on, get up,

but I was like 40 feet above him inside

and so I kept saying to myself come on, get up.

And he wouldn't, there was no movement.

So almost laughing after the all clear sounded,

I went out of the tower and I went down the stairs

and all the time I was saying come on Tadakis,

come on, get up.

And then I walked over to him where he was still laying in

the water, his body was.

And if you looked at him,

it looked like he had hadn't been touched.

It looked like he had just been standing next

to a smoke bomb.

And I said come on, come on, get up.

And so I was gonna nudge him up with my boot.

And I went to turn him over and his body turned over

and you could see, on the other side of his face,

the shrapnel, all that little stuff,

had totally blown away half of his face, okay?

I wasn't ready for it.

And I spent the next two hours vomiting my guts out down in

the irrigation channel.

But my brain wouldn't let me remember that for years

because it was protecting me from the shock.

Once you become afraid, see,

your brain is the organ of your body,

and I speak from direct experience,

it will do anything to protect you.

Including give you tunnel vision

and not let you see what's off to the side.

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July 20th, 1964, I enlisted in the US Air Force.

And I did 13 weeks of basic training

at Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas.

The military gives you a large number of tests

to see what you might be good at.

I got a perfect score in that,

better than the test had ever seen.

And I got the Air Force record for math ability.

I got one wrong out of 500.

And so they were very impressed with me.

And when they came around with the wish list,

as I was graduating,

I had best grades of anybody in my class.

And they said where do you wanna get sent?

And I put in maybe Germany or England

and the sergeant said no, I understand you're getting sent

to Nellis, they want you there.

And so when my orders came through,

it was for Nellis Air Base here in Las Vegas, Nevada.

The very night I got there, they were holding

a birthday party, ordinarily enlisted men

are not allowed in the officer's club but

the major whose having his birthday party

could do anything he wanted.

Those chief observers said to me not everybody's here.

The duty range observer, he's not here tonight.

And one of the other guys who became one

of my very good friends was laughing

and said maybe he's out partying with Range Four Harry.

I thought they were just trying to scare me.

New guy, you always tell him a few stories

and see if you can frighten them

and get to know them and stuff.

And so I didn't pay any attention.

And then this lady who was about 40 or so,

she looked really ancient because I was 20,

came over and asked me to dance.

And I'd had a couple of beers and I said no,

I don't want to dance with you because you're too old.

And she got really upset and huff stomped off.

The next morning, the chief observer called me in

and he said that was the major's wife

and you really offended her.

All of us danced with her and don't expect

to get promoted 'cause the major, you offended his wife.

The next day, Monday morning, the major,

when I got to work, he was so stern.

He called me in his office, closed and locked the door,

and then he was laughing, he was saying,

"Airman Hall, you're the only man here

"I can trust around my wife.

"All the others want to dance with her and play with her.

"You and I, you belong here."

(laughs) And the joke was on them because the major was,

he was a really nice guy but he got kinda jealous

with all the other younger men dancing with his wife

and he himself didn't dance.

And so it kind of got off to a unusual start.

My friend was explaining it to me.

He told me the legend of Range Four Harry,

and I thought that he was just teasing me,

trying to scare me.

And he said Range Four Harry was

a large white radioactive horse that floated around

the deserts and the dry lake beds in the hot part of summer.

I was laughing so hard I couldn't walk.

I fell down and I was laughing

and I must have laughed for 20 minutes.

I thought these guys are really pulling my leg.

The next day, the weather observer that I was supposed

to replace, he finally arrived in one of the barracks.

He was such a naturally likable guy,

the first time I saw him.

God, I wanted to be him.

He had a convertible, he had a new uniform he'd bought.

I felt ashamed that I was kind of rude and country

and non-polished and so on, because, I mean,

he was from Los Angeles and everything.

And the only thing I'd found odd was

that he didn't seem to know where anything was, okay?

Now he had claimed to have been there for six months,

and this was in the spring of 1965.

And we're talking about a very tiny base.

If you'd been there for six months,

you know where every rock is, right,

you know where every board is.

And so when he took me out to range three,

he wasn't in any hurry to get there.

When he got out there, he marched right up to the door,

there was a padlock on it.

And I was so impressed with his militarism

and he felt all of his pockets and he said, "I don't seem

"to have the key, give me the key."

And I said, "I don't have the key."

He said, "Didn't the cooks give you the key?"

And I wondered what are the cooks doing with

the key to the weather shack, right?

I mean, yeah.

I said, "No, I don't have the key."

And he just swiveled smartly on his left heel.

He had me take out a pen and a paper

and he said let's see, the low level winds,

let's see, the ground level winds, what do we say they are?

Out of the southwest at five, okay?

And then he got to the third level, the fourth level winds.

Let's see, they're out of the north at no, no,

let's see, Charlie, they trust you

and we're doing this for the government

so let's make those 4,000-foot winds out of

the southwest at four 'cause four is

the government's number.

Anytime you tell the government anything,

they wanna hear the number four.

And he made them up, and we made up all the winds,

we got in there and I was sitting there in,

kind of in awe of him, this is how it's done.

And then we went over to the chow hall

and he was saying goodbye to all the cooks.

I said those master sergeant told me

that you would show me the other four weather shacks.

And he looked palsied with fear.

Then he and I got back in the truck

and we went back down to the intersection between

the range three and the range one road,

some miles back, and we started

the long drive down to range one.

And at first he was going more or less 40 miles an hour,

they were gravel roads.

He kept driving slower and slower,

and then when we were coming through the mess gate

where it overhangs the road, and you couldn't turn around,

you were committed to going all the way

to the dry lake bed just to turn the truck around,

he kept driving slower and slower

and you could see he was getting more and more afraid.

I was really surprised 'cause when I looked out there,

there was nothing to be seen.

You're looking at the desert in the summertime, sagebrush,

and he'd slowed to low gear and five miles an hour

and it didn't seem like he ever wanted to close.

And I said well, you're gonna have

to turn into range one just to turn the truck around,

because he was shaken with fear.

We got into the graveled area and there was

the control tower for range one and the skip bomb area

and I was expecting him to park the truck

and take me over and unlock the shack.

And he was still sitting there and he had

the truck looking out over the desert to the southeast

and he was shaking in terror.

And he was saying do you see anything?

And I said well, there's nothing to be seen.

And he said it's a hot day, they gotta be out there.

And I said well who's out there?

And I thought maybe he was still putting me on.

And I said you mean Range Four Harry?

And he got really, it was like touching a nerve.

He said no, there's no such thing, honest.

He'd insisted that we'd have all of

the doors on our pickup truck locked.

I said I want to see the inside of the weather shack

and I had to talk him into it.

He said okay but I'll sit here in

the truck with the engine running.

And if I see anything I want you to know

that I'll drive into base and find the range maintenance man

and we'll come back for you.

So if I see anything, just lock yourself in

the weather shack and wait for us,

I promise I won't abandon you.

And I'm thinking god, this thing about scaring

the new guy's kind of gotten out of hand.

I mean, I'm looking out there, all I could hear was

a few meadowlark-like sounds in the sagebrush out there.

So I got out of the truck and I closed it

and he locked the door behind me

and I walked over to the weather shack.

And the range one weather shack,

the door was around on the southeast side.

And so I walked around and I opened up, unlocked it,

and I opened it up and I looked inside.

And I looked in and just scanned, quickly, the log books

while he was, you could see he was almost on

the verge of leaving me out there.

And it was obvious that nobody had been in

the weather shack for like three or four months.

When we got back from what he was showing me,

he was terrified and exhausted and he said to me

that he couldn't spend another night there,

and that I was on my own.

And then he left so I had only one afternoon of training.

And so I was now on my own.

But at first, I didn't pay any attention

when I went out to range three

and I would see the lights up the valley

and they would seem to float.

I remember distinctly one night there was

a group of five of them.

And as they approached in arroyo,

I was expecting them to go down into the arroyo and come up.

And the lights just floated right over the arroyo,

didn't blink or anything.

And I thought well gee, only a helicopter could do that,

but you couldn't hear any helicopter sounds.

And then in the barracks, strange things would happen.

Like I'd go to bed at, say, nine o'clock at night.

And then one night I found myself waking up.

So as I hurried down the center aisle toward

the latrines in the middle,

there was this cubicle off to my right.

And so as I was relieving myself,

it seemed like there was a white lady standing in

the first cubicle with some type

of white squarish weapon in her hands,

standing there like this up against the bunk,

between the bunk and the partition.

And I didn't want to look at her in the mirror.

And so, as I was walking past the entrance to the cubicle,

she was standing there like that

and she looked really afraid of me, ready to fire on me.

And I was so shocked, I couldn't think of anything

but just keep walking.

For a dream, I was becoming terrified, it was sinking in.

Yeah, I decided that the safest thing I could do,

and I was was to go back to bed and go back to sleep,

and then maybe my brain would get back to normal.

Nobody killed me yet if I'm awake on the morning.

That was the best I could do.

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It was a very idyllic, beautiful day

and I was listening to what sounded

like western meadowlarks singing in chorus way down

the valley but I had actually never seen

a western meadowlark bird anywhere out in the ranges

but I would keep hearing the sounds all the time.

And I was looking at the purple sagebrush and stuff,

I thought I saw what looked to be

a little white girl run past one of the openings.

It looked like the sagebrush in the background,

only much much thicker and much taller.

And there were lanes through the sagebrush,

but generally speaking, the sagebrush was more of a maze.

And after a little while, I got a clearer glimpse at

what I was certain was a little lost girl

with chalk white skin running out there.

So I put on my gloves and I got my two canteens of water

and, of course, I always had combat boots and stuff.

And I walked out just to see if I could get a closer look.

Is anyone out there?

Are you a little lost girl?

And then every now and then I would get a glimpse of her.

I could just drop down the sagebrush

and make broad lanes for me to go through.

And as soon as I started doing it,

I noticed that all the meadowlark sounds

that I'd heard coming from down

the valley suddenly moved up the valley quickly.

It just seemed like there was a flock of birds around

and you could hear one off to the sagebrush on my right

and one off to my left, none actually behind me,

but then like an arc around me.

And, of course, it made me a little nervous

but I was determined to make sure

because I would every now

and then would get glimpses of the little girl,

and one of them put out a real shrill sound,

it was off to my right.

And the little girl stopped running

and just stood there in the lane,

out there, some distance away from me,

with sagebrush in between me and her,

and waited for me to break through to where she was.

And so in a very patient and deliberate fashion,

I broke down the sagebrush, made a real nice wide trail

and broke it off until I could get

to the lane where she was and, in effect,

have her trapped in a box canyon and the sagebrush.

No more than from here to, say, where no the camera is.

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Don't be afraid, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm the weatherman over there,

I just thought you might need to be with your parents.

And I turned around when I looked at her

and I saw that she was a little girl

but she wasn't a human little girl, okay?

And the shock I felt can hardly be described.

I heard all these meadowlark sounds.

I kind of turned around and put my back to her so

that I could control my own fear.

And I kind of started staggering back to my weather shack

and I had to go down through the lanes I had caught.

And I was just saying I'm the weatherman,

I'm over here in the weather shack.

If you need some water, I have it.

If you're lost, just come to where I am

and I'll call the base commander and stuff.

I was coming down the last big wide trail

with sagebrush on both sides

and I wondered if she was following behind me,

and I stopped and turned around slowly

and a sight I'll always remember,

coming, running straight towards me,

not as far away as the car, 50 feet, maybe less,

was one of the Tall White men, Range Four Harry.

He was running down the trail, straight towards me.

And I was stood there like a deer in the headlights.

He could have run right over me,

I was in such shock.

And he got to a cross lane that I had cut

and then he turned quickly into the cross lane

and ducked down behind the sagebrush

and then would peek at me over the sagebrush.

And I was in such shock, I was kind of staggering.

And all I could think was just keep walking.

What you don't know about won't hurt you.

And I just kind of staggered back into my weather shack

at range one and I closed the door

and I just sat there for like a half-hour.

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One afternoon, god, I'll remember it forever.

It was a hot day and it was like 110 or so out there.

And I was standing in my range three weather shack,

I was inside in the shade and I was talking on

the phone to the Nellis Weather Station,

the wind measurements that I had taken.

And there was a lot of static on the line.

And it seemed like somebody was listening in.

Of course, the guy I was talking,

my friend whom I was talking

to at Nellis, noted the static too, so we hung up.

And with my hand still on the phone I looked out,

straight north, where the theodolite was just

a little bit to the left, and standing out there,

just this side of the theodolite,

just standing there in an ordinary nylon-type ski suit kind

of thing with boots, and she was obviously listening

to what I'd been saying on the telephone, okay?

I wasn't saying anything of importance,

the winds are out of the southwest,

but she was obviously very intently listening.

The bright sunlight reflected off her white suit.

The sunlight was so bright that it hurt my eyes.

The pain was real, the brain doesn't do that.

And therefore the light coming off her suit was real

and therefore she was real, okay?

And this was quite a problem for me

because I kept wanting to think

that whatever I was seeing was just me.

And after a couple three seconds,

she suddenly realized that I was looking back at her

and she took off running towards the northeast corner of

the range three lodge, and once she got just close

to the edge of the corner, she put both feet together

and jumped like a baserunner running for second base.

So I decided that I needed to walk over carefully

and see if she was still behind the range three lodge.

And I started walking towards my theodolite,

Range Four Harry himself stood up from

the sagebrush on the bunker road off to my right,

off to the northeast, and just stood

there looking square at me,

wanting me to know that he was there,

that the lady wasn't alone.

And he knew perfectly well what I was thinking

'cause of his electronics and he knew perfectly well

that I understood that if I continued to go

and look around the range three lodge,

he would be behind me.

So I decided, for my own safety,

to just stop there and rest my arms on my theodolite

and wait for the situation to clear.

He was obviously perfectly real and she was perfectly real.

I couldn't accept it emotionally.

And as I stood there, in a few minutes,

five or 10 minutes, I could see the lady

and her younger niece circling away 'round

to the northeast.

And when I looked over at Range Four Harry,

we communicated with body language.

I didn't say anything, he didn't say anything,

but if we had said something I would have said

I don't know what the lady wants.

And he would have said I don't either, (laughs) okay.

And then after she had left, then he went back in

the sagebrush, I decided that I should

just go back in my weather shack and read a book.

And so we started communicating like that.

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A few nights later, I was laying in bed

and I heard the door open on the west end,

and a group of people come in.

And one of them sounded like the Air Force general.

He specifically said to the people who were with him,

"I have a man down here, he's bunking down here at the end.

"Harry, go down and get him like you always do

"and March him out front", okay?

And I sat up on the side of my bunk,

kind of assumed an inspection 'cause I was expecting

that a general, an Air Force general was gonna come in,

I only had two stripes at the time.

No more than like from here to that wall,

Range Four Harry started peeking around

the corner to see where I was, 'cause he could hear me.

And I can't explain the feeling of terror that I felt.

As I sat there I realized there

was no point whatever in panicking.

Because if there was any kind of encounter occurring,

I'd lost already.

The best I could do was just sit there in fear,

begging God to protect me.

And he pointed this squarish instrument at my temple

and it half hypnotized me.

It didn't hypnotize me the way he thought it did.

As I stood up, I had to take orders

but I could still remember everything.

And they marched me out to the to the flight line.

One of the colonel's, bird colonels,

was worried that it seemed to him like I

was remembering too much.

He said he thought maybe it would be better

if they had me stand inside the petroleum oils

and liquids shed that was right there, in case I panicked,

and marched me in there.

All I could see were the bare walls.

For perhaps a half hour,

they had me in there for a long time.

And then the general said to the others

that he was gonna show them the rest of Indian Springs Base.

He wanted to show them the aircraft repair hangar.

Harry was walking me back to the building,

so they were telling Harry to hurry up.

As I was walking towards the barracks I now realized

I was completely unhypnotized and I was now

had my own my own feelings, and I was really confused as

to what was going on, was I dreaming or was this real?

And down the road the bird colonel had dropped back

and he saw me, and he seemed very concerned.

I decided that the smart thing for me

to do was to go back to bed and let the colonel come get me

because I didn't feel like confronting a bird colonel.

I wasn't ready for it, I wasn't emotionally ready for it,

so I went back in and I went to bed

and I covered up myself and went to the fetal position

and said my prayers and went to sleep.

(sinister music)

It took me almost six months, I estimate,

to overcome the fear I felt when they came.

At first, when things like that would happen,

I thought it was me dreaming

or me having some kind of brain problem.

But as days went on, I decided that,

because they seemed as human as I was,

as real as I was, they seemed to have

the same emotions and everything, that,

to control my fear, that I should start talking to them.

One of the first attempts was I was out

at range three one morning and I was tracking

the balloon through my theodolite

and I felt totally alone.

I'd taken the reading and as I was turning to the left

to write on my form, my reading measurements,

this tall white lady in a suit, not touching me,

but virtually leaned over my shoulder

to look through the theodolite to see what I was looking at

with a pleasant smile on her face.

Now I'm right here, I think I'm alone.

I've had no warning, I haven't heard anything.

And when I turn, since she's like right there.

Well, I didn't jump in fear because I had long since come

to believe that, for some reason,

my mind didn't work the way I expected it

to when I was out there.

My emotion was darn, my mind's acting up on me again.

So I finished what I was doing and then I turned around.

She stood off aways, like maybe as far away as this camera

and was just looking at me smiling.

She seemed to be having the time of her life.

Her skin was as white as a piece of paper,

she had about half as much hair as a human lady would have

and it was platinum white and very short.

Her lips and her nose, they were smaller than

what you'd think, her ears were smaller

than what you'd think.

But she otherwise could easily just dress up

and look like a human nurse,

and you wouldn't have noticed the difference.

Say like midnight in Las Vegas where everybody looks

a little weird, she could have just walked in among us.

And she had on a slight helmet and she had on a suit.

And it's just that because she was floating,

like the suit gave her the power to levitate,

I thought it was me, I thought my brain

was malfunctioning or something.

And so to control my fears, I just smiled

and said did you want to look some more?

It's okay, I'll stand back and let you do that.

I thought I was just speaking to maybe

a hallucination or a brain,

to try to control my fear because

when you're alone out in the desert,

even if you're afraid of a rabbit, if you panic,

nothing nice is gonna happen.

You're gonna kill yourself running away from

a rabbit or something, right?

So you have to have total control

of what you're gonna do next in order to come back alive,

even if you're just jumping at your own shadow.

And some nights I did. (laughs)

And so on the one hand it was

a very pleasant experience, meeting her,

but on the other hand I felt tremendous disappointment

with myself because I had hoped my brain

would last to be at least middle-aged.

(gentle music)

Well, it's very easy for me to, well,

I lived it, it's like I can remember every step back

to the weather shack.

(mystical music)

I was dazed and I was in shock.

There are so many ways

that you can be caught unawares and be afraid.

And it comes down to a showdown

of how many different types

of psychological defenses do you have?

Such as whistling in the dark or making

a contract with God if I live.

That's what was keeping me alive. (echoing)

* I hope that you will say that I'm your loving man *

* Make up your mind and do what you're going to do *

* It's up to you, darling, it's up to you *

* Baby, it's up, it's up, to you *

(mystical chorus music)

- You probably don't realize

how much humans depend on each other

to validate their experience.

See, if you and I together we're out here in this desert,

and if a Tall White guard were to just walk up

and say hi, how's it going?

It would be so natural for one of the two of us

to say to the other do you see what I see?

And many humans base their version of reality,

their emotions and so on on that type of interaction.

And when you see a scout craft,

alien Tall White scout craft, intentionally blocking

the road, making sure that I didn't go any further,

and it was now necessary for me

to turn my pickup truck around on

the narrow gravel road where I was without backing into

a cactus and getting a flat tire,

and keeping the wheels on the road so I don't get stuck.

And to do it, I'm gonna have to make like a 13-point turn,

up and back up, up and back.

And then as you're driving back,

as I finally got my truck turned when I was driving back,

the 10 miles or so I was too afraid to even look in

the mirror to see if they were following me.

Then now you asked the question were they for real,

parked on the road in front of me?

When you were there, you had to react as though they

were real and they were real,

but now you can say to yourself you can switch

to whistling in the dark.

* Hallelujah

* Hallelujah, hallelujah

* Hallelujah

* Hallelujah, hallelujah

* Hallelujah

- I was 24-years-old and I had just graduated from college.

And my roommate wanted me to go and celebrate

the fact that we'd graduated.

And in all the time I'd been in college,

I'd never been in a bar.

I really wasn't interested.

She said oh, I'm moving back east, I'll never see you again

so I went and we found ourselves standing on

the perimeter of a huge dance floor.

She said I'm pretty sure there's

a guy who's coming across the floor to ask you to dance.

And I was terrified because it was a slow dance

and the idea of getting close to

a total stranger was not amusing for me. (laughs)

But I wasn't going to turn him down

because I realized what kind of courage it probably took

to just walk up to a total stranger.

And, as a tall woman, I really hadn't been asked

to dance much at all.

Theoretically, we were dancing,

but I didn't notice him moving his feet much.

And he said, "What's your name?"

And I said, "Marie-Therese."

And he said pardon me, and I said, "Oh,

"just call me MT, everybody else does."

I mean, even the dean of women at the college called me MT.

And then he said,

"No, I mean you have a last name, don't you?"

And I said something which I'd never said before,

never thought before, did not hear

what I said until it was out there.

And I said, "My name is MT Rice,

"and I'm looking for a man named Mr. Paddy

"so I can be an empty rice paddy."

And he was just a year back from Vietnam

and he thought it was hilarious,

and, very quickly, he said, "Would you be an empty hall?"

And I said, "Pardon me."

And he said, "My name is Charles James Hall

"and I'm asking you to marry me."

And I said, "You're crazy, I don't even want

"to dance with you again."

And he said, "Would you like to go out for pizza?"

Well, I have a fast metabolism, I'm always ready to eat.

And as a poor student, I was definitely in

the mood for a pizza.

And then a day or two later he was taking me

to meet his sister and brother-in-law

and we were going to play cards and visit.

And I said, "You weren't really serious when you asked me

"to marry you the other night."

And he said, "Well, I kind of was.

"You had a cynical look about you

"and I knew I'd only get one chance."

And then he said very quietly, "Besides,

"God told me you'd be my wife." (giggles)

And we got married a scant five months later.

I said, "Well, you have to grow some hair."

He still had a military haircut

and everybody had those lamb chop sideburns

and I said, "It would be nice if you lost a little weight."

He gained 50 pounds just in

that short year after coming home from Vietnam.

We were laying in bed one night

and Charles seemed kind of quiet, maybe a little morose,

and we'd come from a party, left early.

And I guess the people at the party

were talking anti-war stuff and such

and I think that's why he was in a mood.

And he said those people at

the party have no idea what it was like.

And I said you mean Vietnam?

And he said oh no, that was the war,

it was pretty much what you might expect.

Then he started telling me about the terror of

the extraterrestrials coming into his barracks.

I think the reason Charles didn't tell me about

the extraterrestrials before we got married

is perhaps he was a little insecure about

what my response would be, what I would think

of him as a person.

And he said what do you think?

And I said I never really thought about extraterrestrials

or whether they exist or not.

And I really don't care.

At the time I was just young, happy to be married

and looking forward to having

a family once he finished his college.

For the next 30 years, we just raised a family.

I have six children.

And then Charles came to the end of a contract

and would eventually be unemployed for 18 months.

And I came into the computer room when he was

a month into this unemployment

and he shut the screen real fast.

And I said what are you doing?

And he said oh, I am working on a book,

for the past 18 years without telling me about it.

And I said really?

And I read for about 20 minutes and I came back

and I said we have to publish this.

Well first of all he had to swear to me

that it was true and he said oh no,

I'm just writing my memoirs for our grandchildren.

And it actually got to be a pretty heated argument.

And finally I said Charles, you're unemployed.

If the Men in Black come to the front door,

you go with them, it's free room and board.

And then he laughed and he said you're right,

what do we have to lose?

You changed the name of your friends in the book

to protect their privacy.

Have you changed the Tall White's names as well?

- No, because I figure that any Tall White

that wants to sue me would have to appear in court.

I win either way, okay?

(laughing)

I win either way.

Guilty as charged, can we have pictures?

During my lifetime I've personally been in front

of extraterrestrials of three different types,

the Norwegians with 24 teeth, the Grays from Roswell,

Tall Whites who I encountered routinely out in

the deserts here in Nevada.

They're all flesh-and-blood creatures,

they all have men, women and children.

They're all surprisingly like us, okay?

Both my wife and I greatly enjoy the seminars

and talking to people and book signings and so on.

99% of all of our fans are wonderful people.

Every now and then you come across some fans

who have ideas of their own to express.

But I was in the service,

I've been called every name you can think of,

some by my drill sergeant. (laughs)

I enjoy talking to everyone,

no matter what questions they're asking.

My books are very emotional because when I lived

those events, they were very emotional events.

It's not unusual for people

to be interested in tiny details that

a person might not ordinarily think of.

Did the extraterrestrials care whether

or not we save the whales?

Precise distances from my weather shack

to my theodolite stand and so on.

Really small details.

(whimsical music)

One time in 1966 when I was stationed here at Nellis,

one of the range maintenance men,

a very good friend of mine,

he said he wondered if they really

were as much like us as they appeared

or if they were just so intelligent

that they were smart enough to appear to be that way

so that us guys wouldn't panic too much

when they came around.

Because meeting them for the first time was total panic.

Well first they have to overcome their fear

of humans before they can do so.

That's what I was all about.

I was a test human that they could practice on. (laughing)

Their hearing is way better than ours.

It's as good as that of a dog,

and their vocal cords can make all sorts

of high-pitched sounds that we can't hear.

And I was listening to that what sounded

like western meadowlarks, the birds singing.

That's how it sounds when the Tall Whites

are using their natural language.

The Tall Whites live much longer than humans

and they live like 600 to 800 years.

The Teacher was equivalent in age to

a human lady, 21, 22-years-old.

She had a little girl whom she named The Butterfly.

This was a very fun name for her because,

on their planet, they don't have butterflies.

There came a day in the early summer of 1965 where

The Teacher's only daughter, The Butterfly,

was lost in the sagebrush down in range one.

And the Tall Whites were frantically looking for her

but they were looking in the wrong place,

they were looking like five miles

or seven miles away from where she was.

The Nellis Base commander apparently,

on orders from the Pentagon, I'm guessing, asked me

to just make periodic boon releases upon every hour,

hour and a half, from range one and

to phone him into the Nellis Weather Station.

Of course, they were never used,

there were no planes using range one

where the little girl was lost.

And, of course, as usual, no one ever told me anything.

I was a low ranking enlisted man.

I only had two stripes at the time and

the general says go out and take the weather report.

So yeah, yes sir, there's the only answer.

The little girl was only stood like three feet tall.

It wasn't just a matter of finding her,

it was a matter of getting through the sagebrush to them

because they're not big and husky and strong like we are.

They're very fragile.

So they had to go through the open lanes

whereas a guy like me can just trump 'em down.

I was expecting it to be a little girl

or maybe a rabbit or something.

And as I was doing that,

I heard all these meadowlark sounds coming out,

the equivalent of meadowlark cheering or something, right?

And I was kind of in shock.

And so, as I was leaving the range one then

The Teacher and her little girl,

they wanted very much to thank me for saving

the little girl's life.

Well, there is no way in the world

that I was in any any emotional state to stand anywhere,

that I just needed to keep moving.

And I got into my truck and carefully

and deliberately just drove out and still didn't wait.

You see, so now The Teacher and the American generals,

and the Tall White generals, they now had this problem.

How do you get Charlie to just sit there

and be thanked, right?

I'm ordered to take the 12:30 in the afternoon balloon run.

And when I finished to go check the lounge

to make sure that all the windows are closed and stuff.

And so then when I went into the lounge

which was empty and I started to come out,

I find the Tall Whites collecting around me.

And on the bunker road and

so that blocking all my escape routes,

and an American general and three-star,

a one-star, a colonel.

And what they're gonna do is hypnotize me partly.

It's an electronic thing, it's with microwaves.

And that was one of their weapons where they could

just hypnotize a person electronically.

And she and her little girl stood

there and very ceremoniously and nicely said

thank you Charlie for saving my little girl

and the American general said well,

we've been nice to Charlie,

we gave him a tremendous gift,

a three-day pass to Los Angeles,

which was quite a bit for a young man.

Yes, but this one overcame his fears,

this one went back to help her and save her life.

It's our way, we have to thank him.

And then they've one-by-one went back out

and leaving only me and Range Four Harry there who,

he wasn't afraid of me and we understood each other.

And then, at the very end,

he had me stand the next to the wall

and sing one of my songs.

And then he unhypnotized me and he said

when you're finished the song then you're on your own,

and then he left running.

And now after they all went away, now fear set in.

I tried to phone Nellis for help.

Well, of course, Range Four Harry was on the telephones.

I'm in here, I'm trapped and he was laughing.

He was saying Charlie, the stories you tell,

you have had one great afternoon.

Your generals are so proud.

Just go to your truck and drive in and have a nice meal.

And I didn't realize I was talking to Range Four Harry.

(whimsical music)

But talking to the aliens, they're always well-armed,

even if they're your friends, they're always well-armed.

And even if they're your friends,

when they come, there's always a certain tension.

And so whenever they came, you always wanted

to be very cautious and say now I'm going

to stand up and walk over there, okay,

even if they were your friend,

because you never, never, never once wanted

to surprise them or scare them.

Like that one night that they wanted to see me start

the diesel and start the generator.

And so it was necessary for me to stand there next

to the diesel and try to adjust the electricity,

the generator part of it, while the Tall White electrician

who was taller and older than me could see

what I was doing without burning my hand

or without moving in a panic.

And he had to learn to do that without moving in panic.

And so the two of us had to learn to stand,

just like that there, and for me to say well see,

I'm gonna adjust it to 60 cycles and 120 volts AC.

And see, this is the circuit breaker.

And I thought the only reason I was talking was

because I was so frickin' afraid.

I thought well you got to be careful,

you're gonna burn yourself, because the manifold

is running red-hot and I'm reaching in between the manifold.

And then there's another guy there

and a guard right there who, if anything goes wrong can,

cut me down at a minutes notice,

and another guard out by my truck

and another guy standing and reserve in case

there are enough men there to cut me down

if I got out of line. (laughing)

To burn the building or whatever.

And I'm saying my prayers and it takes a while

to get used to the idea that, really,

they're just ordinary people

and you have to control yourself.

They're just like us and they're afraid of things.

The Teacher, I asked The Teacher why the Tall Whites

were afraid of me and she explained it

to me by saying well, this is your planet,

you understand everything here.

You can eat anything.

If you get in trouble, you can lay out there in

the weeds and heal yourself the way the Indians did.

She'd seen it.

If you needed help, you could ask any human.

You can lift stuff, you're properly proportioned.

You can lift rocks and do anything.

But they, if they're even stung by a bumblebee,

have to have immediate medical help or they die.

The extraterrestrials that I routinely interacted

with never once cared about the whales.

The thing about humans that stood out was

that we interacted with the animals way way more

than most intelligent beings.

What happens is that the one species becomes intelligent

and then kills off any animal that might be

a danger to 'em.

I grew up in Wisconsin and I know how

to milk cows and ride horses.

Any one of those animals could kill me at will, okay?

They're not as intelligent as I am.

But I as the intelligent being try to say well,

the horse is thinking nicely, I domesticate 'em,

so I walk right up to him, see?

On most planets, not all, but most,

the intelligent beings are plant eaters.

And for them coming up around an animal

that might hurt them, they say we can't take

the chance and zap 'em.

Every human I ever met was afraid of them at first, okay?

The only person I ever met that knew they were there

but didn't, at first, go through a period of denial,

but for most humans it was only one or two days,

for me it was a several months, was one guy from Georgia,

when he said that he'd got to the ranges two years before me

and he said one day in the summer he

was out at range four looking for skip bombs

that pilots had dropped.

And he walked over to one of the sand dunes

and there on the other side on the sand dune next

to him or in front of him was The Teacher

with her three children, and they

were writing hieroglyphs in the sand and having fun.

And when he came over the hill, he surprised them.

He said he saw immediately that they were real,

and since he was from Georgia, he said, in his own words,

it didn't surprise him because he always knew

the Yankee government would be lying to southerners.

(laughs) And he just stood there and he saw immediately

that they were real and he just stood there

and The Teacher got up slowly and then, with her hands,

motioned the children to take off running.

And then after they had gone, then she smiled at him,

then she took off running.

And right then he said he knew that they were real

but he was still terrified of them, okay?

But he never went through a self-denial phase

or the self-denial phase was very, very short.

I, one time, asked the teacher what her real name was

and she said if she told me,

I wouldn't be able to hear all the sounds,

and if I tried to make her pronounce her name,

I couldn't make all the sounds so she wouldn't hear it right

so that's why they had simple names like The Teacher,

like Range Four Harry. - And when they're speaking

to you with their normal voice,

like we are speaking to you.

- They could make any sound they wanted

but they had to learn English so there was

a simplest thing the world for them

to call me on the telephone

and sound like anybody they wanted to sound like.

And one of the first decisions that I had made,

and agreements that I'd made with the Tall Whites,

The Teacher and Range Four Harry,

was that I would never pursue and they passed

the agreement around to everybody that if I saw them out in

the desert, I would just stop where I was

and sing songs and make noise,

and then they could approach me as close as they wanted.

And if that might only be as close as a mile

and a quarter if they were afraid of me.

And they could come when they wanted,

they could leave when they wanted.

I would never pursue, I would never try

to close the distance.

And when they closed the distance

to where they felt comfortable,

if that was too close for me,

if they started getting too close to me

which sometimes happened and I didn't feel comfortable,

that I would start backing away,

and they would stop where they were

and they wouldn't pursue.

And when the two of us had me, or me and the group,

had, in effect, agreed on a distance to communicate,

then we could communicate.

They come for their purposes.

The Grays, they were here first.

Their craft are good enough to travel faster than

the speed of light and to reduce the forces of inertia,

which makes space travel possible,

but they're here just because they think of this zone

of space where the stars are and stuff,

this area of the galaxy, as kind of being their homeland

or their stomping grounds.

They're not territorial.

There's no reason to be territorial

if you can travel in space

because there are so many earth-like planets

with no intelligent beings on 'em.

There's little point in fighting over any one of them.

And so as long as nothing happens in this zone

that would threaten them or their children,

they kind of turn a deaf ear.

But if there were anything here that might threaten

their children, the Gray generals live in

the world with absolutely no rules other than

the ones they choose to maintain.

If there were any other kinds of extraterrestrials

that would threaten their children,

the Gray generals, without thinking,

without excuses, without planning,

would just go out and blast 'em.

The Tall Whites, on the other hand,

have come from further away and have the best technology.

When the Tall White deep spacecraft come in,

you say that spacecraft could

have covered 100 light years, okay?

Their home planet is much further away, I'm not sure where,

but I estimated that their home planet was,

my best guess, coming from

a star something around 105 light-years away.

And something above the 21st line of southern latitude,

it's a southern hemisphere star.

Because when they would take off from Dog Bone Lake,

they would come out at about 10,000 feet from their base.

And the earth and the moon and the Sun all became aligned

when they powered up, they would lift off, go straight up,

at between 8,000 and 12,000 miles an hour,

they'd just go pop up.

And when they got above the Earth's atmosphere,

somewhere around 120 miles up,

then it was common for them to stop in space

and then change direction and head

for one of the other stars.

One of the stars that would head for was

a star in the southern hemisphere.

And the Norwegians with 24 teeth that I spoke to,

they described their home planet.

They said that their home star was

a nearby star such as Barnard's Star,

the fourth closest star, or the next star,

whose name I can never remember,

it's like Wolf 379 or something.

And Barnard Star is at five and three quarters light years,

and the next star out is at six and a half light years.

Their home planet was an almost-perfect duplicate

of the earth, except that it was running straight up in

its orbit and half iced over.

And they said that their star was a red star

when frequently put out flares.

People would stay underground for a while,

a couple of days 'til the flare passed,

but otherwise, now the Tall Whites liked

it much hotter than we do, the Grays liked

it somewhat hotter than we do,

but the Norwegians were very happy if it was 10 degrees

or 15 degrees colder than it is here, than we do, okay?

They said that on their home planet,

if you were at their equator, the climate was similar

to the climate of southern Norway or Sweden or of Finland.

The reason they were coming here was

because the earth was a better place

and almost the same size, had a better sun.

They said that at noon on their planet,

it looked like sundown on

the earth when you have a red sunset.

Their technology just barely allowed them

to travel in space.

Their technology had, their technology allowed them

to remove the forces of acceleration

and to accelerate the craft without using rockets

or whatever, just using some of

the other force fields unknown to Einstein,

but it did not allow their craft

to do high-performance maneuvers or

to exceed the speed of light.

In order for there to be a craft that travels in space,

it must have the ability to remove

the force of inertia when accelerating.

And it must have the ability for its propulsion system

to leave nothing behind.

And that requires streamlined flow.

But that craft be something like an ellipsoid or

a smooth-rounded saucer.

It can not have any concave intersections,

it can't have any intersections like this microphone.

It has to be smooth otherwise

the force field will go turbulent and then it'll seem like

the mass is going to infinity.

(whimsical music)

The Tall White craft come in on the night of the full moon.

The moon, the earth and the sun are lined up,

and at sundown, you're coming in on

the trailing part of the earth.

As the earth moves in its orbit, you're following it.

Even though the moon is smaller than the sun

because it's closer, you have a region in space where

the gravity field is smooth with no bumps.

And the earth is moving away from you.

And so, when you're coming in,

you can sync up with the movement of the sun

and the Earth, and then you keep backing off

and let the Earth's gravity pull you in, okay?

This happens at speeds of 8,000 to 12,000 miles an hour.

So when you come in, the deep spacecraft of

the Tall Whites will come in and just stop on

a dime at 10,000 feet, okay?

This is different than if you're trying to land when

the moon is in the third quarter.

When the moon is leading the Earth in its orbit.

No spacecraft pilot,

coming here from another star worth his salt,

ever wants to get caught in between the Earth

and the moon when the moon is leading

the Earth in its orbit, because that's a mouse trap.

If you go in between there,

your spacecraft must work perfectly

or you're gonna be dead.

Because with the Earth coming towards you,

you can't back off, see?

And if there's any problem with the coils,

if they're running hot or anything's wrong,

then the Earth is gonna run into you.

And so the pilots of the deep space craft

are extremely conscious of the phase of the moon.

(whimsical music)

Not even the aliens can repair their craft

if they're out in the wild.

All of them need to have a hangar.

It's because the materials that things are made out of,

the plastic, the metal and so on, see,

at room temperatures, it's easy to work with,

but if it's too hot or too cold,

then it's hard to build stuff.

Like you could never build a car out on

a glacier in Antarctica because the materials are too cold.

You'll want to take, if a car or an airplane were injured,

repairing it out in that atmosphere is really,

out in that environment is really tough.

You wanna bring it back to a repair site

and that alien craft is the same way.

In 1965, it appeared to me, based on just what I saw,

that the US government had given

the Tall Whites the base at Indian Springs.

The agreement was that they would help us in any way

that they wanted to, not necessarily any way they could,

and that we would help them in any way we could.

And so, for example, the Tall Whites,

there were parts of their technology

that they did not wish to share

with us such as their engine technology.

There were parts that they were willing

to share with us because that would allow them

to buy the parts off the shelf, if you will,

and use to repair their own spacecraft.

So where their interest and ours overlapped,

they were willing to share.

Food was the big one, clothes was a big one.

I don't know of any specific technology

that we received from them

because I was never part of any of those programs.

I was the weather observer.

But, for example, the night the deep space craft

that had damage, which appeared to me

to be meteor damage, the night it came in.

It was obvious that one of the things they

were gonna need was high-grade titanium

to do repairs on the interior of the ship.

When you looked through the windows of the ship as I did,

from a short distance, like 50 feet,

the interior of the deep space craft had corridors,

like an ordinary Caribbean cruise liner.

And the damage included damage to the walls.

And so the metal repair parts like aluminum and titanium

and so on, they could get from the Americans.

So the Americans might give them, say,

pieces of aluminum cut to certain dimensions,

pieces of titanium.

This apparently also included fiber optics built

to this alien specifications,

because many of the coils were damaged.

And they might actually need my rough estimate,

a thousand miles of fiber optics to do the repairs.

The scientist doing the work never has

to be told that there are extraterrestrials,

it's gonna be used in space, right?

Can your radio be delivered in three parts, okay?

So you have an integrated circuit board

but can you have that circuit board in three different ones

so we could just take out, and could we put in

a fourth circuit board where we can put

in one of our own here?

Of course, that happens all the time in the military,

sometimes for perfectly ordinary reasons,

like shells on the battleship, can you make 'em longer?

He just has the specs, okay?

And he doesn't have to be told beans about extraterrestrial

or the spacecraft.

The repairs on that ship took more than six months,

and when they finally had it ready for shakedown trials

to take out to the moon and back,

the first time they took it out

to 10,000 feet over Dog Bone Lake

and just to see how well they can control it,

and then they took it back to the hangar

and then a couple weeks later,

they took it with the crew on board.

- Thank you. - Thank you so much.

- Oh, well, thank you.

(applauding)

All right, let's see.

(coughing)

I'm not in very good health.

I used to be able to talk for three days without gasping

for breath and now I'm down to a mere 24 hours.

I'm trying to make the hallucination go away.

Then he stopped and the look on his face was one

of tremendous disappointment with me.

Gee, I thought you were brighter than that, you know?

(gentle music)

(eerie music)

- [Radio] I see that thing too.

But if there's, look at that thing.

It's fascinating.

- I remember those films and I watched them,

the ones with the white Tic Tacs.

It appears to me that those are perfectly authentic.

But those white Tic Tacs, that is what

a Tall White scout craft looks like.

The pilot of the craft, when he's chasing them,

he doesn't have a prayer of catching them

because they were able to accelerate too fast, okay?

It means that their scout craft

would undoubtedly be running powered up

to protect themself from accidents and stuff like that.

But it also means that the pilot was only told

what he needed to be told.

Namely, go out and fly your airplane, okay?

So I think of that, it's my belief

that those films were perfectly authentic.

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One of the topics I used to hear

the American generals talking about with

the Tall White generals was the existence

of earth-like planets nearby,

nearby being within 10 light-years or so,

where intelligent life had not yet evolved.

They said there were several, like a half dozen or so.

The Tall White generals said that, on these planets,

they had tried to put on bases of their own

to support their commercial activity.

So they have a safe place for their craft

to put in and repair, and that they had not been able

to because the planets were running as cold as

the earth or colder.

And the Tall Whites come from a very warm planet

and they like it a lot hotter.

And they offered to give these planets,

to give them lock, stock and barrel, these planets,

to the American generals.

And in return, they wanted the American generals

to build, on each planet, just one base for

the Tall Whites so that they had a place

to put in with their deep spacecraft to repair,

refuel and refurbish before standing out

to deep space again.

And the American generals were very keen on colonizing

these planets, the discussion revolved around

how you get there and get back, who owns the bus?

The Tall White generals did not want to directly share

the deep space propulsion technology,

so the Tall Whites wanted to be in charge of the buses,

this craft to go from Earth to these planets and back.

The American generals wanted to have buses of their own.

The discussions were very pleasant and very friendly,

but the American generals wanted there

to be a path to where they would have their own buses.

The Tall White generals said that if

the American generals agreed, in order to build the bases,

it would be necessary for the Tall Whites

to bring some material, specialized materials,

from their other planets to construct the base with.

I don't know how that discussion turned out

but I can not imagine that the American generals

would have said no purely on the transportation issue.

And so one of the things that I wonder about

is whether or not that process

is in play about whether or not America is in

the process of colonizing other earth-like planets

that are nearby, say like eight, 10 light years away,

but where there isn't intelligent life,

there's just life the way it looks, say, during the Ice Age.

And with the privatization of space,

with private companies building rockets to go into space,

into orbit, you have a lot more people going up

and looking around.

There's far more discussion about intelligent life

in space from NASA, from all sorts of things,

than used to be the case in 1965.

People today are slowly but surely being acclimized

to the idea that we are not alone in space, okay?

That there's other intelligent creatures here, coming here.

Sooner or later that will have

to be announced to the people.

It'll have to be broken to them gently.

One day I asked The Teacher, she was looking at

the stars and enjoying herself, which she loved to do,

I asked her how she wanted me to behave when they came.

And she looked at me and smiled

and said she wanted me to feel honored

and she wanted me to enjoy being around them

while they were there.

I haven't seen them since 1967, that I'm certain of,

but I can't imagine that they wouldn't be here.

I've had many reports from other people

who say they've seen them here and in

the deserts north of here and so on,

but it's my guess that they're still here.

Since they came here about 5,000 BC, that's my guess,

I can't imagine that they wouldn't still be here.

They were very focused on what their needs were.

There always had to be something in it for them.

I can't imagine they would have any reason

to actually come and see me.

Now that I'm old.

And so, if they had a reason to talk to me,

yes, I wouldn't have any problem meeting with them.

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