The Lurid Truth About the Roswell Alien Crash of 1947
"Yes, Wilson?"
"Sir, one of the Ghost Ferries has crashed."
"Oh, shit. Tell me it's not near a city."
"That's the good news, Sir. It went down near Corona, New Mexico. Quite isolated."
"In New Mexico. Well, that's a silver lining. The whole state is off limits to foreigners. Where is Corona? Close to a state border?"
"A long ways. Between Kirkland Air Force Base and Holloman in Clovis. About seventy-five miles north of Walker in Roswell."
"Have we got people on the ground?"
"Our people at Kirkland should be there shortly."
"Okay. We have to keep this on the qt, Wilson. It's been less that two years since Japan surrendered. If the American people learn that this administration has been helping Nazi's escape from Germany there will be hell to pay."
"Sir, those people were helping our cause. Shouldn't their bravery be publicly honored?"
"Yes, it should, but it can't be now. Our newies will be outraged, and the Soviets will know where to look for them. We can't let either of those two conditions occur. Who was on the plane?"
"Five crew, eight adults, thirteen children."
"Children. Talk about a snafu."
"Where should we move the bodies?"
"Roswell. The airport is the largest in the state. B-52's practice take-offs and landings there, and that's where the other Ghost Flights refueled on their way to Mexico. We can figure out what to do from there." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "How's the recovery coming, Major Wilson?"
"There is a problem with the caskets, Sir. Those for the adults were easy, we have those on hand, but child caskets are not normally a purchase item for the armed forces."
"True. Can we order them from a local mortuary. I know it will crack security, but we'll have to live with some local gossip."
"Yes, Sir, I anticipated that. One of the morticians has a son buried in France. I'm sure he will cooperate."
"Where is the burial site?"
"Nogales Canyon. There is a decommissioned prisoner of war camp that contains a cemetery. We'll put up markers without names."
"Very good, Major. Anything else we should be worried about?"
The major winced. "Sir, I received a telephone call from a Roswell Record reporter I know. He said he had heard a rumor that a Russian plane had been shot down in New Mexico."
"Dammit. What did you tell him?"
"I wasn't sure what to say. He's not a dummy, and he was sure to be suspicious if I said that I hadn't heard anything."
"And?"
"I told him it was a weather balloon that was struck by lightning."
"A weather balloon. Why a weather balloon?"
"There has been a series of weather balloons launched from Alamogordo. Many of them pass close to the crash site."
"Okay. Good."
"Sir, this might be a fortuitous chance."
"How so."
"What if I led him to believe that I was lying, that it really was an UFO?"
"And that would be helpful, how?"
"A distraction. With the bomb and all the other new inventions that came out of the war, people don't know what to believe."
"So, the story we pretend to deny is that an alien spacecraft crashed in New Mexico in 1947. Not bad."
"We want everyone to say that it crashed in Roswell, not Corona. We won't mention Corona."
"Yes, Wilson?"
"Sir, one of the Ghost Ferries has crashed."
"Oh, shit. Tell me it's not near a city."
"That's the good news, Sir. It went down near Corona, New Mexico. Quite isolated."
"In New Mexico. Well, that's a silver lining. The whole state is off limits to foreigners. Where is Corona? Close to a state border?"
"A long ways. Between Kirkland Air Force Base and Holloman in Clovis. About seventy-five miles north of Walker in Roswell."
"Have we got people on the ground?"
"Our people at Kirkland should be there shortly."
"Okay. We have to keep this on the qt, Wilson. It's been less that two years since Japan surrendered. If the American people learn that this administration has been helping Nazi's escape from Germany there will be hell to pay."
"Sir, those people were helping our cause. Shouldn't their bravery be publicly honored?"
"Yes, it should, but it can't be now. Our newies will be outraged, and the Soviets will know where to look for them. We can't let either of those two conditions occur. Who was on the plane?"
"Five crew, eight adults, thirteen children."
"Children. Talk about a snafu."
"Where should we move the bodies?"
"Roswell. The airport is the largest in the state. B-52's practice take-offs and landings there, and that's where the other Ghost Flights refueled on their way to Mexico. We can figure out what to do from there."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"How's the recovery coming, Major Wilson?"
"There is a problem with the caskets, Sir. Those for the adults were easy, we have those on hand, but child caskets are not normally a purchase item for the armed forces."
"True. Can we order them from a local mortuary. I know it will crack security, but we'll have to live with some local gossip."
"Yes, Sir, I anticipated that. One of the morticians has a son buried in France. I'm sure he will cooperate."
"Where is the burial site?"
"Nogales Canyon. There is a decommissioned prisoner of war camp that contains a cemetery. We'll put up markers without names."
"Very good, Major. Anything else we should be worried about?"
The major winced. "Sir, I received a telephone call from a Roswell Record reporter I know. He said he had heard a rumor that a Russian plane had been shot down in New Mexico."
"Dammit. What did you tell him?"
"I wasn't sure what to say. He's not a dummy, and he was sure to be suspicious if I said that I hadn't heard anything."
"And?"
"I told him it was a weather balloon that was struck by lightning."
"A weather balloon. Why a weather balloon?"
"There has been a series of weather balloons launched from Alamogordo. Many of them pass close to the crash site."
"Okay. Good."
"Sir, this might be a fortuitous chance."
"How so."
"What if I led him to believe that I was lying, that it really was an UFO?"
"And that would be helpful, how?"
"A distraction. With the bomb and all the other new inventions that came out of the war, people don't know what to believe."
"So, the story we pretend to deny is that an alien spacecraft crashed in New Mexico in 1947. Not bad."
"We want everyone to say that it crashed in Roswell, not Corona. We won't mention Corona."
"Sounds like a plan, Major. Get it done."
"Yes, Sir."