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SUBJECT: GERMANY SIGHTING REPORT FILE: UFO2469
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MUFONET-BBS GROUP - MUFONET-BBS NETWORK
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GERMANY SIGHTING REPORT
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[NOTE: I received this sighting report recently. It is
provided here with the approval of the author/witness.]
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<EFBFBD> About ten years ago I had a rather unusual experience <20>
<EFBFBD>that I've never discussed with anyone in much detail even <20>
<EFBFBD>though I think about it all the time. So, I thought I'd post<73>
<EFBFBD>my little UFO story here and see what people could make of <20>
<EFBFBD>things: <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> In the Fall of 1981 I was a young teen serving as an <20>
<EFBFBD>Army tank crewman with Alpha Troop 1/10 Cavalry 4th <20>
<EFBFBD>Mechanized Infantry Division, Ft. Carson Colorado. I was a <20>
<EFBFBD>gunner aboard an M60A1, the antediluvian predecessor to the <20>
<EFBFBD>M60A3. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> In early September of that year, my unit shipped out for <20>
<EFBFBD>West Germany as part of the annual Reforger exercises. We <20>
<EFBFBD>arrived on September 6th, drew our equipment, and headed <20>
<EFBFBD>straight for the field. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> After about three weeks into the exercise my Squadron <20>
<EFBFBD>took defensive positions around a little village called <20>
<EFBFBD>Ramrod or Butzbach, I can't remember which. In fact, the two<77>
<EFBFBD>villages may be very close to each other, I've never checked<65>
<EFBFBD>a map. (I'm pretty sure it's Ramrod) <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Our tanks and M113s were placed in a thick little patch <20>
<EFBFBD>of forest on the edge of a 1/2 kilometer wide by one or two <20>
<EFBFBD>kilometer long field of thick green grass amidst slightly <20>
<EFBFBD>rolling hills. Our gun tubes faced North towards the village<67>
<EFBFBD>some two kilometers away. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> The field itself was surrounded on all sides by thin- <20>
<EFBFBD>trunked German fir trees with an average height of 90 feet. <20>
<EFBFBD>A paved, two lane, road ran through my unit's position and <20>
<EFBFBD>down the middle of the field into the village. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> After waiting two uncomfortable days for the British to <20>
<EFBFBD>attack our positions, my Troop commander decided to let us <20>
<EFBFBD>take trips to the sportzplatz in the village below for <20>
<EFBFBD>showers. We hadn't bathed in over a week. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> I went in on the second run with most of my platoon, <20>
<EFBFBD>about twenty guys. It was a cloudy, overcast, mid-morning. I<>
<EFBFBD>cannot remember the day or the date. We were riding on a <20>
<EFBFBD>full canopied 2 1/2 ton truck. I sat at the rear of the <20>
<EFBFBD>vehicle, near the tailgate, because I liked the view and <20>
<EFBFBD>didn't smoke. The back-flap had been rolled up and tied <20>
<EFBFBD>open. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> If none of you here have ever ridden on a canopied 2 1/2 <20>
<EFBFBD>ton truck, then understand that it is a jolting, jarring, <20>
<EFBFBD>noisy, completely deafening experience where all aboard <20>
<EFBFBD>acquire many bruises and stiff rearends after even the <20>
<EFBFBD>shortest of drives. Communication is achieved only by <20>
<EFBFBD>yelling to one another at the very top of your lungs. <20>
<EFBFBD>Communication with the driver, from the back of the vehicle,<2C>
<EFBFBD>is next to impossible. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> But I digress... <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> As the truck made its way along the road at a 15 to <20>
<EFBFBD>20mph clip, something moving in the air above the trees to <20>
<EFBFBD>the East (The directions given here are only for purposes <20>
<EFBFBD>of orientation) caught my attention. Less than 100 yards <20>
<EFBFBD>away, just above the treeline, moved what appeared to be a <20>
<EFBFBD>large (make that DOUBLE large) Glad Bag "rolling" about <20>
<EFBFBD>through the air as if caught by the wind. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Its speed must have been less than five miles an hour. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Intrigued, I watched as the "bag" loped along <20>
<EFBFBD>southwards, skirting above the trees, and then chaotically, <20>
<EFBFBD>haphazardly, curved west towards the open field and began <20>
<EFBFBD>descending. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Now, this was all very unexciting until I noticed that <20>
<EFBFBD>the "bag" was changing shape and color. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> As it made its westward "turn" and sloppy, rolling, <20>
<EFBFBD>descent (just as a large, half-inflated, giant, garbage-bag <20>
<EFBFBD>would if caught in a slipstream at 90 feet), its color <20>
<EFBFBD>changed from flat green, to flat red, to flat black, to <20>
<EFBFBD>flat blue and so on. As this was happening, so too did its <20>
<EFBFBD>baggy, bulky, shape, begin to smooth and flatten the closer <20>
<EFBFBD>it got to the ground. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Pay special attention to the word -smooth-. It was as if <20>
<EFBFBD>all turbulence had ceased and every crinkle, every ripple, <20>
<EFBFBD>every bump, every possible exterior surface distortion that <20>
<EFBFBD>might be caused by the slightest movement of wind "within" <20>
<EFBFBD>the "bag", had vanished. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Indeed, it was elongating and flattening to become a <20>
<EFBFBD>smooth disk. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> At an altitude of scarcely twenty feet, all downward <20>
<EFBFBD>motion suddenly ceased as the "disk" made a precise and <20>
<EFBFBD>radical maneuver that sent it on a perfect horizontal <20>
<EFBFBD>glidepath above the field. At this very instant, in reaction<6F>
<EFBFBD>to the sudden and completely artificial maneuver, my Platoon<6F>
<EFBFBD>Sergeant, SFC Venero, said, and I quote him exactly: "What <20>
<EFBFBD>the f___ -IS- that thing?" <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> To which I replied "It looks like a garbage bag that <20>
<EFBFBD>changes color!" (Brilliant words indelibly etched in my <20>
<EFBFBD>mind. <g>) <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> I hadn't known he was watching, but he'd seen everything <20>
<EFBFBD>just as I had. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> As the disk then continued to descend again, this time <20>
<EFBFBD>with a very steady and controlled forward speed of ten <20>
<EFBFBD>miles an hour or so, my truck crested a hill. Moments <20>
<EFBFBD>before this "thing" would have landed, my view was blocked <20>
<EFBFBD>by the hill as we moved downwards towards the bottom. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> I did not say a word. I did not scream "STOP THIS <20>
<EFBFBD>TRUCK!" I did not in anyway try to jump off the moving <20>
<EFBFBD>vehicle and run like hell to see what it was because I KNEW <20>
<EFBFBD>I'd be... yelled at by my Sergeant. I was a disciplined <20>
<EFBFBD>soldier and the thought of being yelled at kept me GLUED to <20>
<EFBFBD>my seat. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> After the UFO disappeared behind the hill, Sgt. Venero <20>
<EFBFBD>looked at me, blinked his big dull eyes once or twice, then <20>
<EFBFBD>shrugged his shoulders. "Hmm" he said. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Because the whole event was so very undramatic, because <20>
<EFBFBD>there was no Close Encounters of the Third Kind theme music <20>
<EFBFBD>playing, because the truck was rattling and swaying and <20>
<EFBFBD>bouncing and because I would've looked like a fool, <20>
<EFBFBD>screaming at all of them to shut up and tell the driver to <20>
<EFBFBD>stop, I said not a damned thing. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Nada. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Later, when I tried telling others about what I'd seen, <20>
<EFBFBD>the standard response was the heady "Sure, Conley. Sure." <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Sergeant Venero, not the most interesting, thoughtful, <20>
<EFBFBD>or well read fellow, chalked it up as being "Just one of <20>
<EFBFBD>those things." <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Now, whenever I've told this story to fellow military <20>
<EFBFBD>people I get the usual "Hey, it was probably just an RPV." <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> This is a very logical possibility, but I've seen quite <20>
<EFBFBD>a few remotely piloted vehicles and ALL of them have wings, <20>
<EFBFBD>ALL of them fly in relatively straight flight paths, ALL of <20>
<EFBFBD>them change direction with a dip of the WINGS (which, as I <20>
<EFBFBD>said, this craft did not have) and NONE of them change color<6F>
<EFBFBD>and NONE of them change -SHAPE- in flight. (Forget midget <20>
<EFBFBD>craft with variable sweep wings. This UFO did not have <20>
<EFBFBD>wings.) <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Because of the noise in the truck, I can't tell you if <20>
<EFBFBD>the craft made any noise. I will say that I heard nothing. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> What I saw just did not appear to be man-made. <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD> Has anyone here ever seen anything like this? <20>
<EFBFBD> <20>
<EFBFBD>=END= <20>
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