ORAL HISTORY PROJECT -
A compilation of related and unrelated stories about alien & UFO encounters
Story #8
That day in late nineteen forty one started out routinely enough. Oh, I spent half the morning in bed because of a disagreement with Mom but that wasn't unusual. By mid afternoon the day had become one of those autumn days that we don't want to see come to an end.
World War two was stretching into the future and Dad, being sheriff of Pagosa Springs, Colorado and environs (meaning all of Archuletta County) had been appointed Civil Defense Director and furnished a military troop transport truck by the authorities, to handle any need that might arise.
Just as the sun was going down, its rays caught and highlighted a huge triangular object in the western sky, traveling eastward at a terrific rate. It sped behind a distant hill and for a few seconds the darkening sky was illuminated by a brilliant flash before the first stars appeared and peace descended once more.
Early next morning Dad and Granddad started the truck and bounced off towards the hill where the thing had vanished to investigate. After an interval they returned. Granddad, who owned a vivid imagination, looked a bit odd but dad was unperturbed by their find of the site of a recent brush fire and some bits of twisted metal.
Granddad, however, happily displayed his 'trophies', a few pieces of charred metal and some specimens of rock that was oddly heavy for volcanic cinders, which they resembled.
Meteorite, flying saucer, or a trick of the light and shadow? We'll never know. Just call it a UFO because it was an object, it was flying, and it was - and will remain - unidentified.
Dee Heath