Where to begin? Abduction has never really been a big part of the 1947 Roswell story before, at least not in the
sense of human kidnapping or abuse. It's always been a mystery or a crime novel in the context of political intrigue
and extraterrestrial paranormal science, investigated by many excellent Sherlock Holmeses digging into a nefarious
cover-up by the United States Air Force and villainous government agents foiling unexplainable Sightings of Flying
Saucers, brainwashing out forgotten memories of eyewitnesses, decades later, who saw 'alien' bodies and crashed
spaceships and extra-natural debris from the disappeared Things.
And yet, in a way, that's just what the famous front-page headline in July 8, 1947 was saying, when the editors of
the Roswell Daily Record interpreted a USAF press release about it that they had "captured" a Flying Saucer in New
Mexico. Captured. Abducted? Was it like a military operation, or a psychological one?
Where was the proof? Where did it end?
In my family, who was there, Roswell had always been an intensely personal place because that was where our
parents were married in 1946 and the family began. It was where 26-year old Lt. Walter J. Seals was a pilot with the
509th Composite Bomb Group that had just come back from nuking Japan at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and he
celebrated the victory by marrying a sassy nurse from Arizona named Kathleen O'Brien (whose father had fought
alongside Mick Collins for Irish independence back in the 1920s).
And then his own airplanes were "captured" too, twice, in a matter of weeks in that epochal Spring and Summer of
'47 after winning World War II; but this time not by the German or Japanese enemies. "Missing time" took his PT-19
trainer on a night flight over the Capitan Mountains west of Roswell - mountains that were sacred to the local
Mescalero Apaches as the homes of their otherworldly "Spirit" ancestors - when he saw a "Bogie" cruise up alongside
his starboard wing. It was the last thing he remembered until he was sitting in his cockpit, safe and sound back on
the ground at the Roswell Base.
The second time, in July '47, he was co-pilot with Lt. Colonel Arthur Exon in a C-47 Gooney Bird on a flight from
Lowry AB in Denver to Roswell to "pick up some cargo from a crash", as he described it to me and my sisters years
later, on audiotape. They flew over the crash site northwest of Roswell, near those same Capitan Mountains, and saw
gouges in the ground, and a crumpled spaceship stuck in the side of an arroyo, and 2 other "satellite devices" farther
back out in the desert. "Colonel Exon told me," he told us, "several pilots were killed and he had seen them in the Air
Force mortuary at Lowry. They looked human, but short, and small, he said."
sense of human kidnapping or abuse. It's always been a mystery or a crime novel in the context of political intrigue
and extraterrestrial paranormal science, investigated by many excellent Sherlock Holmeses digging into a nefarious
cover-up by the United States Air Force and villainous government agents foiling unexplainable Sightings of Flying
Saucers, brainwashing out forgotten memories of eyewitnesses, decades later, who saw 'alien' bodies and crashed
spaceships and extra-natural debris from the disappeared Things.
And yet, in a way, that's just what the famous front-page headline in July 8, 1947 was saying, when the editors of
the Roswell Daily Record interpreted a USAF press release about it that they had "captured" a Flying Saucer in New
Mexico. Captured. Abducted? Was it like a military operation, or a psychological one?
Where was the proof? Where did it end?
In my family, who was there, Roswell had always been an intensely personal place because that was where our
parents were married in 1946 and the family began. It was where 26-year old Lt. Walter J. Seals was a pilot with the
509th Composite Bomb Group that had just come back from nuking Japan at Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and he
celebrated the victory by marrying a sassy nurse from Arizona named Kathleen O'Brien (whose father had fought
alongside Mick Collins for Irish independence back in the 1920s).
And then his own airplanes were "captured" too, twice, in a matter of weeks in that epochal Spring and Summer of
'47 after winning World War II; but this time not by the German or Japanese enemies. "Missing time" took his PT-19
trainer on a night flight over the Capitan Mountains west of Roswell - mountains that were sacred to the local
Mescalero Apaches as the homes of their otherworldly "Spirit" ancestors - when he saw a "Bogie" cruise up alongside
his starboard wing. It was the last thing he remembered until he was sitting in his cockpit, safe and sound back on
the ground at the Roswell Base.
The second time, in July '47, he was co-pilot with Lt. Colonel Arthur Exon in a C-47 Gooney Bird on a flight from
Lowry AB in Denver to Roswell to "pick up some cargo from a crash", as he described it to me and my sisters years
later, on audiotape. They flew over the crash site northwest of Roswell, near those same Capitan Mountains, and saw
gouges in the ground, and a crumpled spaceship stuck in the side of an arroyo, and 2 other "satellite devices" farther
back out in the desert. "Colonel Exon told me," he told us, "several pilots were killed and he had seen them in the Air
Force mortuary at Lowry. They looked human, but short, and small, he said."
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They landed at the Base and a truck brought in the Device
"about the size of a Sputnik satellite, too small for any
people or pilots," and they loaded it in the Gooney Bird.
He was ordered to fly it to Luke AB in Phoenix to an
electronic lab crew waiting there.
But they never made it. Not long after take-off, Dad said,
a "giant black cloud or something blacked out the stars,
and the next thing any of us knew in the crew we were
landing at a small municipal airport in Flagstaff, hours
later. And the Device was gone. It was just gone from the
plane." He said he got in a lot of trouble with CIC
(Counterintelligence Corps) for not reporting to Luke, but
they had no explanation. The whole Flight was just lost.
These are just a few of the narratives my father told us
over the years, some of which are in my book 'Abduction
at Roswell'. {Some of them are not, as they require a far
more extensive bibliography and footnotes than this book
can accommodate, as I'm working on a huge history
"about the size of a Sputnik satellite, too small for any
people or pilots," and they loaded it in the Gooney Bird.
He was ordered to fly it to Luke AB in Phoenix to an
electronic lab crew waiting there.
But they never made it. Not long after take-off, Dad said,
a "giant black cloud or something blacked out the stars,
and the next thing any of us knew in the crew we were
landing at a small municipal airport in Flagstaff, hours
later. And the Device was gone. It was just gone from the
plane." He said he got in a lot of trouble with CIC
(Counterintelligence Corps) for not reporting to Luke, but
they had no explanation. The whole Flight was just lost.
These are just a few of the narratives my father told us
over the years, some of which are in my book 'Abduction
at Roswell'. {Some of them are not, as they require a far
more extensive bibliography and footnotes than this book
can accommodate, as I'm working on a huge history
'Roswell 1941-1948'}I've tried to document as much of it as I can, as he was a "pack-rat" and kept trunks and
trunks of old Air Force mimeos of his orders, etc, until he died in 1991 with the rank of Lt. Colonel. He obviously
didn't want me to write about this or talk about it, at least not while he was alive, or else "he'd go to Leavenworth
Prison for 20 years."
But with his death, and Mom's in 2001, it seemed time. An extensive pile of notes have filled a whole shelf over a
lifetime of research and interest in literature and UFOs. Included here is Chapter 6 'Back to Japan' from the book,
where we'd been stationed in Tokyo at Haneda AB in the 1950s and I first became aware of the Martians (as we kids
called 'Them') in our house.
By the 1990s the events of the 1940s were starting to make disturbing sense to David, as a lot of research was
coming out about the similar behavior of both "Aliens" and the Air Police of the United States Air Force against both
military and civilian citizens at Roswell. It was not enough to analyze whether the Government lied about the "Discs"
of 1947 or not. That had become pretty much proven by reams of well-documented evidence.
He began to think of it in terms of a 'third generation' of research that was needed to analyze the contradictions of all
the eyewitnesses and ufology researchers that were making 'Roswell' a synonym for Flying Saucers and American
cover-ups. The first generation had been the radio and newspaper reporters of 1947 who succeeded in making it a
one-day sensation around the world, and who then dropped the news like a hot potato. For 30 years the Roswell
incident lay dormant like a dead idea, although it was hardly un-influential, in David's view, at least in the realm of
what Jung called the collective unconscious of archetypal myths, on a lot of important books and magazine articles in
'Fate' and 'True' by Frank Scully and Donald Keyhoe in the 50s and films like 'Invaders from Mars' and 'The Day The
Earth Stood Still'. A precious few investigators like Frank Edwards in 1956 mentioned it in a lecture in Indiana: "Way
back in 1947, at Roswell, New Mexico, a farmer reported that he saw something strike a mountainside and crash." He
mentioned it again briefly in his excellent little paperback book that David found for $.30 in a used bookstore 'Flying
Saucers - Serious Business', but that was about it throughout the first 30 years of his life.
The second generation exploded in the next 25 years from 1978 until well past the hinge of a new millennium, with
the admission by Major Jesse Marcel that he was an intel officer at Roswell in '47 and that he was forced to lie by his
commanding general about the epochal discovery. Scores of great scientists and crime investigators have scoured
just about every shard of missing evidence and forgotten memories of witnesses ever since, up to this day, but they
have basically come to another dead end. The American Government either won't talk about what they know, or they
don't know anything and don't have a "captured" ship or aliens or anything else. Outstanding researchers, young and
old, are banging their heads against a brick wall desperately trying to track down the truth or "the smoking gun" of
hard physical metal, bodies, documents - anything to prove once and for all to a skeptical world that desperately
"wants to believe" there is something substantial and solid about all these endless X-Files of worldwide Sightings by
millions of frightened, hopeful people.
They were stuck, though. None of the world's governments were talking. The second generation's iconoclastic
conviction that conspiracies were covering up the truth had gone nowhere. There wasn't a peep of extraterrestrial life
from the vast array of satellites and radio radars listening for sounds of life in the universe, nor had telescopes even
beyond the earth's orbit, or probes landing on Mars, found a single microbe of vitality. A questionable meteorite
found in Antarctica suggested some microbial life on our sister red planet millions of years ago, and water ice was
found on a few moons of Saturn and maybe Neptune, but that was about it. No cities and forests and rivers were
found by repeated voyagers on the dark side of the moon as George Adamski wrote in 1955.
But ... on the other hand, there were some other tantalizing suggestions there was something else going on that
may not have been exactly extraterrestrial, but more like ultraterrestrial as more esoteric researchers offered.
And these esoteric studies were actually providing a lot more physical proof than the second generation's
hypotheses. He broke this down into three categories:
1) Abductions
2) Animal mutilations
3) Crop circles
To add these elements to the old efforts about Roswell as just a government cover-up, in which only the government
and the Army Air Forces knew anything about the events of July 1947, and as researcher Tom Carey told David in
2006, "if it isn't July '47 it isn't Roswell", opens up the field all over again.
Cattle and horse and deer mutilations have been prevalent in the New Mexico and Colorado area from the beginning,
as Linda Moulton Howe has pioneered the research as a prominent 2nd generationer who's always advanced further
into a broader third generation analysis. Ranchers like Mac Brazel complained from the beginning about the AAF's
insensitive treatment of their cattle and sheep, and many animals were discolored and killed in bizarre ways by the
atomic bomb tests at nearby White Sands Proving Grounds. This is a wide open field of historical research that may
well provide a host of new clues about the Roswell incident(s).
Local Apaches and Cheyennes have always contended the crop circles seen in England and all over the world greatly
resemble their prehistoric petroglyphs on nearby canyons in the Capitan Mountains, and they say the rock art was
drawn and carved by spirits and gods who could well be mistaken or replaced by the modern terminology about
aliens. Just this year a stone with the exact geometric pattern of a crop circle was found in New Mexico, causing quite
a furor and puzzlement among Roswell researchers.
By the 90s, David was ready to go back to the 40s before he was born, thanks to decades of research, ceremonies
with Indians, sessions with psychics, and memories of many hours of conversations with his mother and father. He
was confident he had found a realistic way to remember and reconstruct what really happened at Roswell, and, even
more challenging, to see it from the point of view of the Enemies! For the great question that almost every earlier
researcher and journalist always ended up asking, was, "Who are They? Where do they come from? What do they
want?" And none of them seemed to have an answer beyond conjecture or religion or politics.
"They" loved World War Two. The unspeakable atrocities that H.G.Wells had written about so perceptively 50 years
before, about unearthly monsters using extra-natural machines for murder and destruction beyond belief, were
becoming truer than the worst villains could imagine. Only these creatures were apparently human, regardless of
nationality or race or religion or gender. Anthropologists called them "killer apes" in archaeological discoveries in Africa
and Persia, but those hominids became what science fiction writers were calling humanoids, and mystics had always
called devils. Scientists in German death camps were experimenting with mutations and vicious hybridization, while
epidemica of new viruses and bacteria continued to sweep the planet as never before.
But Lieutenant Jack Seals only knew Them as irrational nightmares, he told his fiancée Kay O'Brien in New Mexico,
who told her children what he said years later. Safely away from the killing fields of Nanking and Dresden, they
thought, secrets were kept from each other, about his former pregnant wife, and the top-secret Bombs of mass
destruction he carried in the hold of his B-29. And Kay didn't tell him her father was in the Mental Hospital in Pueblo,
Colorado and had to be given a brain-destroying lobotomy operation as barbaric as anything in Auschwitz. She was
afraid he'd think she was crazy too, and he was afraid his unfaithfulness and profligacy with women would jeopardize
his career and a respectable marriage to a good Catholic girl.
She summed up their mutual nightmares by telling David in the 90s, after Jack died, when David asked about their
marriage, "It was lousy from the beginning. You kids never knew." She kept it secret, you see. It was too terrible to
talk about - about what really happened to a marriage that had the same problems and strengths of a lot of other
marriages. But there was more, a lot more, that came out in the terrible therapy sessions she had to go through in
detoxification confinements at Fitzsimon's Army Hospital and Mercy Hospital in Denver.
'They" took her and her husband and newborn baby boy - who arrived mysteriously, somehow, from some other
woman?! - in the midst of dark flying battles, at night, in the town, and out in the desert. The doctors thought it
might have been the horrors of her father's psychosurgeries that haunted her, and confused her, in her mind, in the
secretive wedding night of a young Catholic virgin from a quiet little Arizona town, but she always insisted to them in
therapy sessions over several years that they weren't dreams or nightmares. She told her daughter Jacque she had
been very much awake when the three of them were taken into "a black place somewhere." David couldn't believe
it. No one could. In his case it was far too close to his own memories of a black energy when he was 20 years old and
thought he was dying. And it wasn't the only isolated case set in Roswell in those years. Others spoke to
researchers about Military Police coming to their homes threatening to kill everyone in the family if they talked about
the strange "Discs" captured outside of town. They told terrified children they'd be buried in the desert and never
found again. They were just as terrifying as anyone's worst nightmares. The years went by and Jack and Kay had
more children, but the monsters came in their house again in Japan in 1956 and killed their firstborn daughter Kathy,
a pretty blonde child of 4 years. Kay saw them take her! David heard them in the house. They lived on a site where
Jack's 509th Bomb Group had firebombed thousands of Japanese civilians in March 1945 as part of the savagery of
the Worlds at War.
ABDUCTION AT ROSWELL is available online as trade paperback or download, through my website and click on
www.Lulu.com there. It'll be available soon, as well, on Amazon and Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble,, and to bookstores
through Ingrams. www.abductionatroswell.com
trunks of old Air Force mimeos of his orders, etc, until he died in 1991 with the rank of Lt. Colonel. He obviously
didn't want me to write about this or talk about it, at least not while he was alive, or else "he'd go to Leavenworth
Prison for 20 years."
But with his death, and Mom's in 2001, it seemed time. An extensive pile of notes have filled a whole shelf over a
lifetime of research and interest in literature and UFOs. Included here is Chapter 6 'Back to Japan' from the book,
where we'd been stationed in Tokyo at Haneda AB in the 1950s and I first became aware of the Martians (as we kids
called 'Them') in our house.
By the 1990s the events of the 1940s were starting to make disturbing sense to David, as a lot of research was
coming out about the similar behavior of both "Aliens" and the Air Police of the United States Air Force against both
military and civilian citizens at Roswell. It was not enough to analyze whether the Government lied about the "Discs"
of 1947 or not. That had become pretty much proven by reams of well-documented evidence.
He began to think of it in terms of a 'third generation' of research that was needed to analyze the contradictions of all
the eyewitnesses and ufology researchers that were making 'Roswell' a synonym for Flying Saucers and American
cover-ups. The first generation had been the radio and newspaper reporters of 1947 who succeeded in making it a
one-day sensation around the world, and who then dropped the news like a hot potato. For 30 years the Roswell
incident lay dormant like a dead idea, although it was hardly un-influential, in David's view, at least in the realm of
what Jung called the collective unconscious of archetypal myths, on a lot of important books and magazine articles in
'Fate' and 'True' by Frank Scully and Donald Keyhoe in the 50s and films like 'Invaders from Mars' and 'The Day The
Earth Stood Still'. A precious few investigators like Frank Edwards in 1956 mentioned it in a lecture in Indiana: "Way
back in 1947, at Roswell, New Mexico, a farmer reported that he saw something strike a mountainside and crash." He
mentioned it again briefly in his excellent little paperback book that David found for $.30 in a used bookstore 'Flying
Saucers - Serious Business', but that was about it throughout the first 30 years of his life.
The second generation exploded in the next 25 years from 1978 until well past the hinge of a new millennium, with
the admission by Major Jesse Marcel that he was an intel officer at Roswell in '47 and that he was forced to lie by his
commanding general about the epochal discovery. Scores of great scientists and crime investigators have scoured
just about every shard of missing evidence and forgotten memories of witnesses ever since, up to this day, but they
have basically come to another dead end. The American Government either won't talk about what they know, or they
don't know anything and don't have a "captured" ship or aliens or anything else. Outstanding researchers, young and
old, are banging their heads against a brick wall desperately trying to track down the truth or "the smoking gun" of
hard physical metal, bodies, documents - anything to prove once and for all to a skeptical world that desperately
"wants to believe" there is something substantial and solid about all these endless X-Files of worldwide Sightings by
millions of frightened, hopeful people.
They were stuck, though. None of the world's governments were talking. The second generation's iconoclastic
conviction that conspiracies were covering up the truth had gone nowhere. There wasn't a peep of extraterrestrial life
from the vast array of satellites and radio radars listening for sounds of life in the universe, nor had telescopes even
beyond the earth's orbit, or probes landing on Mars, found a single microbe of vitality. A questionable meteorite
found in Antarctica suggested some microbial life on our sister red planet millions of years ago, and water ice was
found on a few moons of Saturn and maybe Neptune, but that was about it. No cities and forests and rivers were
found by repeated voyagers on the dark side of the moon as George Adamski wrote in 1955.
But ... on the other hand, there were some other tantalizing suggestions there was something else going on that
may not have been exactly extraterrestrial, but more like ultraterrestrial as more esoteric researchers offered.
And these esoteric studies were actually providing a lot more physical proof than the second generation's
hypotheses. He broke this down into three categories:
1) Abductions
2) Animal mutilations
3) Crop circles
To add these elements to the old efforts about Roswell as just a government cover-up, in which only the government
and the Army Air Forces knew anything about the events of July 1947, and as researcher Tom Carey told David in
2006, "if it isn't July '47 it isn't Roswell", opens up the field all over again.
Cattle and horse and deer mutilations have been prevalent in the New Mexico and Colorado area from the beginning,
as Linda Moulton Howe has pioneered the research as a prominent 2nd generationer who's always advanced further
into a broader third generation analysis. Ranchers like Mac Brazel complained from the beginning about the AAF's
insensitive treatment of their cattle and sheep, and many animals were discolored and killed in bizarre ways by the
atomic bomb tests at nearby White Sands Proving Grounds. This is a wide open field of historical research that may
well provide a host of new clues about the Roswell incident(s).
Local Apaches and Cheyennes have always contended the crop circles seen in England and all over the world greatly
resemble their prehistoric petroglyphs on nearby canyons in the Capitan Mountains, and they say the rock art was
drawn and carved by spirits and gods who could well be mistaken or replaced by the modern terminology about
aliens. Just this year a stone with the exact geometric pattern of a crop circle was found in New Mexico, causing quite
a furor and puzzlement among Roswell researchers.
By the 90s, David was ready to go back to the 40s before he was born, thanks to decades of research, ceremonies
with Indians, sessions with psychics, and memories of many hours of conversations with his mother and father. He
was confident he had found a realistic way to remember and reconstruct what really happened at Roswell, and, even
more challenging, to see it from the point of view of the Enemies! For the great question that almost every earlier
researcher and journalist always ended up asking, was, "Who are They? Where do they come from? What do they
want?" And none of them seemed to have an answer beyond conjecture or religion or politics.
"They" loved World War Two. The unspeakable atrocities that H.G.Wells had written about so perceptively 50 years
before, about unearthly monsters using extra-natural machines for murder and destruction beyond belief, were
becoming truer than the worst villains could imagine. Only these creatures were apparently human, regardless of
nationality or race or religion or gender. Anthropologists called them "killer apes" in archaeological discoveries in Africa
and Persia, but those hominids became what science fiction writers were calling humanoids, and mystics had always
called devils. Scientists in German death camps were experimenting with mutations and vicious hybridization, while
epidemica of new viruses and bacteria continued to sweep the planet as never before.
But Lieutenant Jack Seals only knew Them as irrational nightmares, he told his fiancée Kay O'Brien in New Mexico,
who told her children what he said years later. Safely away from the killing fields of Nanking and Dresden, they
thought, secrets were kept from each other, about his former pregnant wife, and the top-secret Bombs of mass
destruction he carried in the hold of his B-29. And Kay didn't tell him her father was in the Mental Hospital in Pueblo,
Colorado and had to be given a brain-destroying lobotomy operation as barbaric as anything in Auschwitz. She was
afraid he'd think she was crazy too, and he was afraid his unfaithfulness and profligacy with women would jeopardize
his career and a respectable marriage to a good Catholic girl.
She summed up their mutual nightmares by telling David in the 90s, after Jack died, when David asked about their
marriage, "It was lousy from the beginning. You kids never knew." She kept it secret, you see. It was too terrible to
talk about - about what really happened to a marriage that had the same problems and strengths of a lot of other
marriages. But there was more, a lot more, that came out in the terrible therapy sessions she had to go through in
detoxification confinements at Fitzsimon's Army Hospital and Mercy Hospital in Denver.
'They" took her and her husband and newborn baby boy - who arrived mysteriously, somehow, from some other
woman?! - in the midst of dark flying battles, at night, in the town, and out in the desert. The doctors thought it
might have been the horrors of her father's psychosurgeries that haunted her, and confused her, in her mind, in the
secretive wedding night of a young Catholic virgin from a quiet little Arizona town, but she always insisted to them in
therapy sessions over several years that they weren't dreams or nightmares. She told her daughter Jacque she had
been very much awake when the three of them were taken into "a black place somewhere." David couldn't believe
it. No one could. In his case it was far too close to his own memories of a black energy when he was 20 years old and
thought he was dying. And it wasn't the only isolated case set in Roswell in those years. Others spoke to
researchers about Military Police coming to their homes threatening to kill everyone in the family if they talked about
the strange "Discs" captured outside of town. They told terrified children they'd be buried in the desert and never
found again. They were just as terrifying as anyone's worst nightmares. The years went by and Jack and Kay had
more children, but the monsters came in their house again in Japan in 1956 and killed their firstborn daughter Kathy,
a pretty blonde child of 4 years. Kay saw them take her! David heard them in the house. They lived on a site where
Jack's 509th Bomb Group had firebombed thousands of Japanese civilians in March 1945 as part of the savagery of
the Worlds at War.
ABDUCTION AT ROSWELL is available online as trade paperback or download, through my website and click on
www.Lulu.com there. It'll be available soon, as well, on Amazon and Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble,, and to bookstores
through Ingrams. www.abductionatroswell.com
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