The Roswell Incident has been the subject of endless rumour and counter-rumour ever since an official press release stated that US Army personnel had recovered the wreckage of a “flying disc”.
The ‘incident’ refers to what many believe was the crash of an extraterrestrial spacecraft a ranch near Roswell Army Air Field, New Mexico, back in July 1947.
The conventional explanation is that a top-secret military balloon, named Project Mogul, crashed on the Forster ranch and RAAF intelligence officer Major Jesse Marcel either mistakenly identified the balloon as a crashed UFO or deliberately planted a fake story as a cover for the classified military surveillance program.
But now a letter has emerged that supposedly provides shocking eyewitness testimony from a military observer from the 414 Fighter Group sent to help cover up the crash of a very real flying saucer.
Originally sent to physicist and ufologist Stanton Terry Friedman, the letter obtained by researchers from paranormal blog Mystery Planet is signed by someone called “Shaun” who says their father gave them hard evidence of contact between aliens and the US military.
Shaun says his father had been recruited by a US Army Air Force general to analyse the Roswell wreckage. According to Infinity Explorers the research project was code-named RAMP.
He writes: “The General knew of my father’s familiarity with advanced jet aircraft, and he asked my father to take a look at the wreckage and ‘see what he could make of it’. My father said the wreckage was unlike anything he had ever seen before.”
Shaun’s father told him that the “flying disc” débris was made of an incredibly light and yet super-strong previously unknown material that the scientists dubbed “unobtainium”.
Some of the military personnel who witnessed the recovery of the “UFO’ pocketed small fragments of the material as souvenirs.
There were apparently “no discernible welds or rivets anywhere in the wreckage, and my father said it looked as if the entire ship had somehow been cast in one piece”.
The strangest objects in the wreckage were “metal reclining seats the size of a child, with notches for the head, body, arms and legs”.
Shaun’s father later saw who the seats had been made for. He was shown three “bad smelling” bodies that were obviously “not from this planet”.
The “humanoid” alien bodies were small and fragile-looking with large lidless eyes and skin that resembled that of a shark.
They had six fingers on each hand and no visible genitalia.
The “creatures” appeared to have circulatory systems but it wasn’t clear how digested food. The researchers speculated that they might somehow absorb nutrients through their skin.
“The creatures had unusually large brains with four hemispheres separated by bony plates and an extraordinarily large amount of sensory nerve tissue throughout their bodies,” according to the letter, and the military observers speculated that the “aliens” might control their ship using some form of telepathy.”
There was some speculation in the letter that the UFO “pilots” might not have been biological organisms as such but generically-engineered “robots” designed to run the spacecraft.
While US military engineers were never able to get the wrecked craft working, they said the ship would be capable of exceeding the speed of light, travelling in time and even jumping between dimensions.
“The origin of the ship was never determined,” says the letter, saying the three best guesses were that it came from either another planet in this galaxy, another dimension, or possibly “the Earth’s own far future”.
“Although the documents appeared to be genuine,” says Shaun “I never had any evidence to support my father’s claims until after his death, when I found the records about his military service, indicating that he did in fact participate in and associate with the AAF in various facilities from 1944 to 1952.”
As UFO stories go, Shaun’s has it all. Whether it’s an elaborate hoax, a genuine piece of secret history, or another layer of a complex misinformation program to cover up some secret US military project, we may never know.