SUBJECT: GERMANY SIGHTING REPORT FILE: UFO2469 ========================================================================== MUFONET-BBS GROUP - MUFONET-BBS NETWORK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ GERMANY SIGHTING REPORT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [NOTE: I received this sighting report recently. It is provided here with the approval of the author/witness.] 旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � About ten years ago I had a rather unusual experience � 퀃hat I've never discussed with anyone in much detail even � 퀃hough I think about it all the time. So, I thought I'd post� 쿺y little UFO story here and see what people could make of � 퀃hings: � � � � In the Fall of 1981 I was a young teen serving as an � 쿌rmy tank crewman with Alpha Troop 1/10 Cavalry 4th � 쿘echanized Infantry Division, Ft. Carson Colorado. I was a � 쿲unner aboard an M60A1, the antediluvian predecessor to the � 쿘60A3. � � � � In early September of that year, my unit shipped out for � 쿥est Germany as part of the annual Reforger exercises. We � 쿪rrived on September 6th, drew our equipment, and headed � 퀂traight for the field. � � � � After about three weeks into the exercise my Squadron � 퀃ook defensive positions around a little village called � 쿝amrod or Butzbach, I can't remember which. In fact, the two� 퀆illages may be very close to each other, I've never checked� 쿪 map. (I'm pretty sure it's Ramrod) � � � � Our tanks and M113s were placed in a thick little patch � 쿽f forest on the edge of a 1/2 kilometer wide by one or two � 쿸ilometer long field of thick green grass amidst slightly � 퀁olling hills. Our gun tubes faced North towards the village� 퀂ome two kilometers away. � � � � The field itself was surrounded on all sides by thin- � 퀃runked German fir trees with an average height of 90 feet. � 쿌 paved, two lane, road ran through my unit's position and � 쿭own the middle of the field into the village. � � � � After waiting two uncomfortable days for the British to � 쿪ttack our positions, my Troop commander decided to let us � 퀃ake trips to the sportzplatz in the village below for � 퀂howers. We hadn't bathed in over a week. � � � � I went in on the second run with most of my platoon, � 쿪bout twenty guys. It was a cloudy, overcast, mid-morning. I� 쿬annot remember the day or the date. We were riding on a � 쿯ull canopied 2 1/2 ton truck. I sat at the rear of the � 퀆ehicle, near the tailgate, because I liked the view and � 쿭idn't smoke. The back-flap had been rolled up and tied � 쿽pen. � � � � If none of you here have ever ridden on a canopied 2 1/2 � 퀃on truck, then understand that it is a jolting, jarring, � 쿻oisy, completely deafening experience where all aboard � 쿪cquire many bruises and stiff rearends after even the � 퀂hortest of drives. Communication is achieved only by � 퀉elling to one another at the very top of your lungs. � 쿎ommunication with the driver, from the back of the vehicle,� 쿶s next to impossible. � � � � But I digress... � � � � As the truck made its way along the road at a 15 to � �20mph clip, something moving in the air above the trees to � 퀃he East (The directions given here are only for purposes � 쿽f orientation) caught my attention. Less than 100 yards � 쿪way, just above the treeline, moved what appeared to be a � 쿹arge (make that DOUBLE large) Glad Bag "rolling" about � 퀃hrough the air as if caught by the wind. � � � � Its speed must have been less than five miles an hour. � � � � Intrigued, I watched as the "bag" loped along � 퀂outhwards, skirting above the trees, and then chaotically, � 쿴aphazardly, curved west towards the open field and began � 쿭escending. � � � � Now, this was all very unexciting until I noticed that � 퀃he "bag" was changing shape and color. � � � � As it made its westward "turn" and sloppy, rolling, � 쿭escent (just as a large, half-inflated, giant, garbage-bag � 퀇ould if caught in a slipstream at 90 feet), its color � 쿬hanged from flat green, to flat red, to flat black, to � 쿯lat blue and so on. As this was happening, so too did its � 쿫aggy, bulky, shape, begin to smooth and flatten the closer � 쿶t got to the ground. � � � � Pay special attention to the word -smooth-. It was as if � 쿪ll turbulence had ceased and every crinkle, every ripple, � 쿮very bump, every possible exterior surface distortion that � 쿺ight be caused by the slightest movement of wind "within" � 퀃he "bag", had vanished. � � � � Indeed, it was elongating and flattening to become a � 퀂mooth disk. � � � � At an altitude of scarcely twenty feet, all downward � 쿺otion suddenly ceased as the "disk" made a precise and � 퀁adical maneuver that sent it on a perfect horizontal � 쿲lidepath above the field. At this very instant, in reaction� 퀃o the sudden and completely artificial maneuver, my Platoon� 쿞ergeant, SFC Venero, said, and I quote him exactly: "What � 퀃he f___ -IS- that thing?" � � � � To which I replied "It looks like a garbage bag that � 쿬hanges color!" (Brilliant words indelibly etched in my � 쿺ind. ) � � � � I hadn't known he was watching, but he'd seen everything � 쿷ust as I had. � � � � As the disk then continued to descend again, this time � 퀇ith a very steady and controlled forward speed of ten � 쿺iles an hour or so, my truck crested a hill. Moments � 쿫efore this "thing" would have landed, my view was blocked � 쿫y the hill as we moved downwards towards the bottom. � � � � I did not say a word. I did not scream "STOP THIS � 쿟RUCK!" I did not in anyway try to jump off the moving � 퀆ehicle and run like hell to see what it was because I KNEW � 쿔'd be... yelled at by my Sergeant. I was a disciplined � 퀂oldier and the thought of being yelled at kept me GLUED to � 쿺y seat. � � � � After the UFO disappeared behind the hill, Sgt. Venero � 쿹ooked at me, blinked his big dull eyes once or twice, then � 퀂hrugged his shoulders. "Hmm" he said. � � � � Because the whole event was so very undramatic, because � 퀃here was no Close Encounters of the Third Kind theme music � 쿾laying, because the truck was rattling and swaying and � 쿫ouncing and because I would've looked like a fool, � 퀂creaming at all of them to shut up and tell the driver to � 퀂top, I said not a damned thing. � � � � Nada. � � � � Later, when I tried telling others about what I'd seen, � 퀃he standard response was the heady "Sure, Conley. Sure." � � � � Sergeant Venero, not the most interesting, thoughtful, � 쿽r well read fellow, chalked it up as being "Just one of � 퀃hose things." � � � � Now, whenever I've told this story to fellow military � 쿾eople I get the usual "Hey, it was probably just an RPV." � � � � This is a very logical possibility, but I've seen quite � 쿪 few remotely piloted vehicles and ALL of them have wings, � 쿌LL of them fly in relatively straight flight paths, ALL of � 퀃hem change direction with a dip of the WINGS (which, as I � 퀂aid, this craft did not have) and NONE of them change color� 쿪nd NONE of them change -SHAPE- in flight. (Forget midget � 쿬raft with variable sweep wings. This UFO did not have � 퀇ings.) � � � � Because of the noise in the truck, I can't tell you if � 퀃he craft made any noise. 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