That same morning, we were informed that a very similar incident had happened at Echo Flight. They lost all ten of their weapons under similar circumstances where UFOs were sighted over the launch facilities. They had maintenance crews and security crews out there that had spent the night, and they were reporting UFOs over those sites.
We have witnesses who will back up this story. We also have documentation that I received through FOIA requests from the Air Force outlining the Echo Flight incident, and including in that documentation a reference to UFOs. We have telexes covering this incident, and in one telex it says “the fact that no apparent reason for the loss of ten missiles can be readily identified is cause for grave concern to this headquarters.” This was from SAC headquarters. So we’ve received―we’ve got those telexes.
I’ve also got the complete report on a similar incident reported at Minot Air Force Base in North Dakota, which happened in August of 1966. Very similar… again, a UFO sighted over missile silos, and also a UFO incident that was investigated by the Air Force immediately within a week of our encounter. [See Appendix 9 for supporting document.]
Major George A. Filer III was an Air Force Intelligence Officer. He was a navigator in various aircraft and tanker transport aircraft and frequently briefed generals and congressmen on our capabilities and the threat to U.S. forces.
I worked as the Deputy Director of Intelligence for the 21st Air Force, which controlled half the military aircraft that flew the presidents and the various VIPs from the Mississippi River around to India. We had some three hundred aircraft, and we were flying all kinds of missions― almost anything that had to do with military airlift.
On the morning of January 18, 1978, I drove through the main gate at McGuire Air Force Base and noticed that there were red lights out on the runway, indicating something unusual was happening. When I arrived at the 21st Air Force Command Post, I was met by the head of the post who told me it had been a very exciting evening. We had UFOs flying over McGuire all night and one had apparently landed or possibly crashed at Fort Dix. A military policeman had come upon the alien and had shot him.
I was a bit confused and asked if the foreigner had been killed.
“Not a foreigner, an alien from outer space!”
Apparently a UFO had been shot down at Fort Dix. The extraterrestrial―a Grey being about the size of a child, had run away after being wounded, heading for the steel fence separating Fort Dix from McGuire. The ET either climbed the fence or went under it and got to McGuire, where it was shot and died at the end of the runway.
A C-141 from Wright-Patterson was en route to pick up the remains. Security police were guarding the dead body. The head of the post said he wanted me to brief General Tom Sadler that we had captured an alien.
I called the 38th Military Airlift Wing Command Post to confirm the story. They said, yes, they had heard the same information; they said that this actually did happen―that an alien life form was found on the base.
Later that morning, I was told that they cancelled the briefing. I carried the code word down to General Sadler’s office, and I noticed some commotion going on in there, and that some of the security police were there, looking rather disheveled. Since General Sadler was a stickler for everyone looking perfect, it was surprising to see these people that obviously needed shaves and were in fatigues, so then I knew that this might tie into the story that I had heard.
After the briefing I went to the photo lab―almost every day I went there. These briefings have four screens and you have to keep them all filled up with pretty pictures. The lab indicated that they had taken pictures of something extraordinary, and I said, well, let me see them. The sergeant was handing them to me, when his master sergeant said, “He can’t see those,” so all I knew is that they had some pictures that I wasn’t allowed to see.
As the general’s briefer, I had never been stopped from seeing any pictures before.
It was a very serious operation. There are nuclear assets on the base― they used to carry nuclear weapons back and forth to Europe―and I talked to one of the security policemen who claimed to have been out there. He indicated that he essentially saw a small body that could have been like a child, but it seemed to have a larger-than-normal head.
I heard that they had been listening on their radios while this chase was going on; that the alien had been shot at Fort Dix. For whatever reason, it chose to run towards McGuire Air Force Base―and that both the state police and the military police were chasing this ET which came from what looked like a UFO. As I understand it, it was a disc-shaped craft.
UFOs had been in the area for quite some time that evening. They had them on radar and the tower operator had seen them. Some of the other aircraft in the area had apparently seen them as well.
Six to eight people had been guarding the body; then there was the commander of the security police and a few of us in the command post who knew of this event. I assume that General Sadler was briefed about it.
Many of the key personnel on the base at that time who had a connection with this event were quickly transferred―from the wing commander on down―indicating that if you knew something, they tended to split you up so you couldn’t talk about it. This was done within a matter of weeks. The security policeman told me that he was transferred within a few days―as a matter of fact, he was taken to Wright-Patterson within a day or two, debriefed by a number of people, and essentially told not to talk about it anymore.
Robert Jacobs is a former Lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force and a respected professor at a major U.S. university.
In the 1960s, I was the officer in charge of optical instrumentation in the 1369th photo squadron at Vandenberg Air Force base in California. It was my duty to supervise the instrumentation photography of every missile that was launched and film the ballistic missile tests.
In 1964, we were testing ballistic missiles that were to deliver nuclear payloads. We weren’t launching real nuclear weapons, we were launching dummy nukes. They were the exact size, shape, dimension and weight of a nuclear warhead. In those days we called them ICBMs―Inter County Ballistic Missiles―because most of them blew up on launch. Our job was to provide the engineers with good sequential photography so that they could see what went wrong with the burners that took off in flight. For my achievement in setting up the photographic station to track these tests, I was awarded the Air Force Guided Missile insignia. I was the first photographer in the Air Force to get the Missile Badge and it was a highly coveted thing at the time.
The incident happened on our very first filming of a launch. They counted down, “engine… ignition… lift-off,” so we knew the missile was underway. We were looking down south, southwest, and the missile popped up through the fog. It was just beautiful and I hollered, “There it is!” Our guys on our M45 tracking mount with a 180-inch lens filmed the missile, and the big BU telescope swung over and got it and we followed the thing. Sure enough, we could see all three stages of powered flight boosters; they burned out and dropped away.
Of course, to our naked eye, all we saw was a smoke trail going off into subspace as it headed toward its target which was an island in the Pacific.
We sent the film back down to the base. A day or two later I was called into Major Mansmann’s office at the First Strategic Aerospace Division Headquarters. They had a screen and a 16mm projector set up. There was a couch and Major Mansmann told me to sit down.