Or if you want to go extreme:
In 1952 my dad was finishing up his Advanced Individual Training (or whatever the flyboys of the Air Force call their version of it. That's what it's called in the Army) and was temporarily stationed at Wright/Patterson Airfield while finishing his training and awaiting his assignment and location of where he'd be stationed at.
One of the buildings he was being trained in was adjacent to Hangar 18.
The Roswell incident happened only five years before that, and he said he always wondered what was in the hangar.
He said it was always under heavy guard with very restricted access.
He got chummy with one of the guards while he was there and finally one day asked him while they were off duty at a bar:
"Between you, me and the lamp post, what's in there?"
The guy told him, "I can't tell you that. But I will tell you that, whatever it is,
WE didn't build it, and
THEY didn't build it. And that's
all I can tell you."
My dad told me this when I was about 8 years old after coming home from training for his civilian job down in Dayton, Ohio.
In his off time he'd go to Wright/Patterson Airfield and take the tours and pick up stuff from the souvenir shop for me (books & model kits) since I've always been a total NUT for airplanes.
He also knew I had become interested in Bigfoot and UFO's at the time (had read every book I could find on the subjects, and now with the internet...) and out of the blue told me this story.
My dad's no fibber or leg puller, so he wasn't telling a tale to impress his son.
Funny thing is:
My dad was originally got his orders and was headed for Korea during the war.
Not a good thing.
When he got to San Francisco and was about to board his ship to set sail for Korea, he was pulled out of line and given new orders and was sent to Eilson AFB up in Alaska, which made him happy as he was not looking forward to being in a war zone and even being stationed in the frozen North was a better alternative.
So he spent 3 years helping maintain powerplants & generators and electrical power systems for all of the air bases all over Alaska from Cold Bay to Kotzebue to Barrow and stations all throughout Alaska where ever a radar station was located.
Some were the DEWLINE radars.
Fast forward to two weeks ago as I'm watching some conspiracy documentaries I downloaded from youtube about former astronauts, military pilots, and government officials who were being interviewed and allowed to tell what they knew of Black Projects, aliens, UFO's, etc..
One of the guys, a famous astronaut, mentioned that in the old days (1940's and 1950's) a common threat of punishment was to be re-stationed to some military base in Alaska where you'd spend your days shoveling ice off of runways, or other shitty jobs.
It hit me that my dad might have been re-assigned because he had that conversation with the guard not long before going to San Francisco to be shipped overseas, and it was found out he was asking questions and was being punished.
Either way, it worked out for him.
He said there were him and six of his buddies were supposed to go to Korea, but he got pulled out of line and sent to Alaska.
Only one of his buddies made it home alive, and he was pretty messed up.
My dad ended up loving the winters, was great at his job and rose to the rank of Master Sergeant (five stripes: 3 up, 2 down, and a gold diamond in the center), so if it was a punishment, it backfired.
And once a week he'd have to grab a Thompson .45-cal machine gun (with no bullets) to man guard posts along the Chena River to ensure that no North Koreans made it across (the irony being that it was in the geographic center of Alaska and in no danger of being over run with marauding Koreans).
But makes me wonder, none the less, if the change of duty stations was caused by asking that guard what was being held inside Hangar 18.
its gonna happen!!
He will start chemo today.