Somewhere in the Skies - UFO Crash Retrievals You've Never Heard Of

Episode Date: January 26, 2026

For decades, UFO crash retrieval stories have been buried under secrecy, ridicule, and classified files. But what happens when ordinary people accidentally witness extraordinary secrets? In this episode of Somewhere in the Skies, we explore a collection of lesser-known UFO crash and recovery cases spanning multiple decades, featuring firsthand testimony from military personnel, civilians, and insiders who claimed to see recovered craft and non-human bodies. From a guarded hangar at Wright Field in 1946 to a mysterious desert recovery in New Mexico and secretive incidents across Ohio, Louisiana, New York, and Alaska, these accounts describe craft, unknown materials, and even bodies that were never meant for public eyes. Special thanks to our voiceover talent in this episode: Brian J. Corey: https://www.necronomicast.com/ Tressa Slater: http://www.linktr.ee/monsterslounge Aaron Sagers: https://www.aaronsagers.com/ Wendy Lynn Markus: https://sunspotmusic.com/ Special thanks to Preston Dennett: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCOntTQrEbD94Gjfc0UXC46A Please take a moment to rate and review us on Spotify and Apple. Book Ryan on CAMEO at: https://bit.ly/3kwz3DO Patreon: http://www.patreon.com/somewhereskies ByMeACoffee: http://www.buymeacoffee.com/UFxzyzHOaQ PayPal: [e-mail] Substack: https://ryansprague.substack.com/ All Socials and Books: https://linktr.ee/somewhereskiespod Email: [e-mail] SpectreVision Radio: https://www.spectrevision.com/podcasts Opening Theme Song by Septembryo Copyright © 2026 Ryan Sprague. All rights reserved. #SomewhereInTheSkies #UFOCrashRetrievals #UFOHistory #Disclosure #UAP #AlienEncounters #GovernmentSecrecy #HiddenHistory #CrashRetrievals #HighStrangeness Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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But in recent years, the subject has moved decisively into the mainstream, with detailed and sustained news coverage, formal congressional hearings, in sworn testimony from military and intelligence people who have made very big claims, not just about the presence of the presence of. of UFOs, but possible crashes and retrievals of both these craft and their occupants. My name is David Charles Grush. I was an intelligence officer for 14 years, both in the U.S. Air Force, both active duty Air National Guard and Reserve, at the rank of major, and most recently at the National Geospatial Intelligence Agency, NGA, at the GS-15 civilian level, which is the military equivalent of a Fulberg colonel. I was my agency's co-lead and Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena and Transmedium Object Analysis,

as well as reporting to the UAP Task Force, UAPTF, and eventually, once it was established, the All-Dame Anomily Resolution Office, Aero. I became a whistleblower through a PPD-19 urgent concern filing in May 2022 with the Intelligence Community Inspector General. Following concerning reports from multiple esteemed and... credentialed current and former military and intelligence community individuals that the U.S. government is operating with secrecy above congressional oversight with regards to UAPs. I was informed in the course of my official duties of a multi-decade UAP crash retrieval

and reverse engineering program. I made the decision based on the data I collected to report this information to my superior and multiple inspectors general. As you know, I've suffered retaliation for my decision, but I am hopeful that my actions will ultimately lead to a positive outcome of increased transparency. My name is Jacob Barber, and for the last 30 years, I've worked for the U.S. government and its private partners in both an official capacity as an enlisted man in the United States Air Force and in a non-official capacity for the broader intelligence community as a contractor. Over the last three decades, my work has been very diverse and has included the recovery of downed UAP of non-human origin. I have fulfilled a promise to our friend David Grush by getting myself into a skiff with Congress, and I have provided top secret SCI testimony on the subject matter of UAP. With this behind us, I'm pleased to be at a place where I can share information with the public.

As you just heard, former officials have publicly alleged the existence of long-running crash retrieval and reverse engineering programs involving UFOs and non-human biological materials, claims that have been denied by official channels. Even as lawmakers acknowledge serious gaps in oversight and transparency, journalists, investigators, and even documentary filmmakers have since followed these revelations, uncovering a deeper historical record that suggests the issue extends far beyond isolated sightings. What you are about to hear is a collection of cases drawn from firsthand testimony and investigation, each one revealing the human experiences and buried histories that exist behind decades of official silence.

These are UFO crashes and retrievals you've never heard of. While our government's official position is not to speculate on this subject, we can choose to let our minds explore other possibilities to use our imaginations. For if we consider that astro-scientists agree on one point that the possibility of life elsewhere is not only quite probable, some field is there without a doubt. Let us suppose them that these objects are real space vehicles, extraterrestrial origin, and not an illusion of the mind. I'm Ryan Spray, and you are now somewhere in the skies. June of 1946, Wrightfield and Dayton, Ohio stood at the crossroads of post-war ambition and deepening secrecy. The Second World War had ended less than a year earlier, and the United States military was accelerated into an era of experimental aviation and classified research.

For 10-year-old Tex Martin, however, Wright Field was simply where his father worked. School had just ended, and as a reward for doing well, Texas' father, Jack Martin, allowed him to accompany him to work. Jack was employed installing aircraft instruments at the base, and over several days, father and son moved through hangars filled with the mechanical optimism of a world convinced it had mastered the skies. Almost immediately, Tex sent something unusual. On one particular day, a large number of military vehicles and soldiers were gathered outside a massive hangar that housed the employee canteen. The hangar was divided by a large sliding panel door, separating the lunchroom from the main work area.

As Tex entered with his father, he noticed heightened security and movement that didn't match the routine he had already grown familiar with. When the sliding door began to close, Tex caught a fleeting glimpse of a low-boy truck inside, loaded with large objects concealed beneath heavy tarps. At the time, he thought very little of it, unaware that this brief moment would mark him for the rest of his life.

After eating lunch, Tex experienced another childhood milestone, his first Eskimo Pie, a popular dessert at the time in America. Thirsty afterward, he wandered toward a soda machine positioned near a small walk-through door built into the large sliding panel. A janitor stood guard at the doorway and offered to buy the boy a drink. While standing there, Tex noticed that the walk-through door had been left partially open. Curious, he peered through, and what he saw made him instantly freeze in place. Inside the main hangar, soldiers were working quickly as a crowd began to gather around something entirely unfamiliar. On the hangar floor lay several small bodies. Tex believed there were three to four of them. Nearby stood a large dome-shaped object, supported on tripod-like

legs. Soldiers were folding a massive tarp while blankets lay scattered across the concrete floor. The bodies, once again, were small, brownish in color, and had disproportionately large pear-shaped heads. Tex estimated the craft behind them to be approximately 18 to 20 feet in diameter. It was an off-white color, smooth, and completely devoid of sharp edges. A flat band encircled its structure, giving it a unified, seamless appearance, unlike any aircraft texts had ever seen. Shot! He went to alert his father.

Jack Martin came to the doorway and looked inside himself, confirming that his son was not imagining what he'd seen. Together, they watched their own. activity unfold for only a moment longer before a colonel noticed them. The colonel immediately ordered Jack to take his son home. The tone was not casual or corrective. It was abrupt, final, and unmistakably serious. The message was clear. Whatever was happening inside that hangar was not meant for civilian eyes, especially not the eyes of a child. About two weeks later, the true cost of that glimpse became clear.

Jack Martin returned home shaken and distraught. He had lost his job at Wright Field. All he told his wife was that he had seen something he was never supposed to see. Tex would later recall his father crying in the kitchen. overwhelmed not only by the loss of employment, but by the burden of knowledge he could never share. And finding new work proved difficult, and the family felt the weight of silent consequence rippled through their lives. In the months that followed, Tex overheard a chilling confirmation. His grandfather, who also worked at Wrightfield, told Tex's parents that a portion of a space vehicle,

had been brought onto the base. Years later, Jack Martin admitted that there was an underground facility at Wright Field, containing materials so classified that only individuals with the highest clearances were permitted access. Texx carried this knowledge into adulthood, unsure of where it would fit in a world

that officially denied such things could exist. When Tex Martin finally, shared his experience decades later. It was investigated by respected researchers and then passed along to Leonard Stringfield, the foremost authority on UFO crash retrieval cases. Stringfield considered this case of special interest, noting its significance as a pre-Roswell incident involving recovered craft and bodies. Published in Stringfield's status report six, And later in his book, UFO crash retrievals, the story stands as a sobering reminder that the consequences of disclosure are often personal, immediate, and sometimes devastating.

For Tex and his family, the truth did not bring answers. It brought silence, loss, and a lifetime of unanswered questions. You said this place was steps from the water. We just haven't found the steps yet. How much did we save? Enough. Enough to get lost. Or you could book a stay with Hilton.

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It was the season when two landmark UFO incidents would help usher in the modern UFO era, the Kenneth Arnold's sighting, and the Roswell UFO. crash. At this point is when I would say approximately is where I had this terrific flash hit the air. My aircraft lit up to the inside of my aircraft. And I assumed, of course, at the time in a split second that it was probably a P-51 fighter that it dove over my nose and it was the sun's reflecting upon his bright wing surfaces that caused it. However, before I gathered my wits together,

I looked way off here to the north and then when I saw where the flash came from, it was an an inchelon formation of a very peculiar-looking aircraft, and they were rapidly approaching mountaineer, and it was at about this point when I got here, I could see their tail surfaces, or the rear end of them, and the second craft from the rear had a more or less crescent-shaped look, and it had a hole in the center of it. And, of course, I kept mulling in my mind. That's a damnedest-looking airplane I ever saw. Headline edition, July 8, 1947. The Army Air Forces has announced that a flying disk has been found and is now in the possession of the Army. Army officers say the missile found sometime last week, has been inspected at Roswell, New Mexico,

and sent to right field, Ohio for further inspections. The Army may be getting into the bottom of all this talk about the so-called flying saucers. As a matter of fact, the 509th Atomic Bomb Group headquarters at Roswell, New Mexico, reports that it has received one of the discs which landed on a ranch outside Roswell. The disc landed at a ranch at Corona, New Mexico, and the rancher turned it over to the airport. Blanter W.W. Brazil was the man who discovered this offer.

Colonel William Blanchard of the Roswell Air Base refuses to give details of what the flying disc looked like. In Port Worth, Texas, where the object was first-cent, Brigadier General Roger Ramey says that it is being chipped by air to the AAF Research Center at Lightfield, Ohio. But according to UFO researchers, these weren't the only incidents, more specifically not the only UFO crash,

to take place in New Mexico that summer. In early July, a welder stationed at Walker Air Force Base found himself drawn into an event he would carry in silence for decades, known only by the pseudonym Thomas. He worked fabricating welding jigs and fixtures for aircraft maintenance. Like many on the base, he had grown accustomed to seeing strange craft, occasionally pass overhead. But on July 5th, after returning from the Independence Day holiday, Thomas was approached unexpectedly by an officer.

I was ordered to load a cutting torch and fresh tanks into a truck. No other explanation was given. I was told only that my skills were needed for an urgent job in the desert. The drive was long and isolated, stretching deep into the New Mexico landscape under the relentless sun. By the time they arrived, it was mid-afternoon. At the first sight, I observed soldiers crawling on hands and knees across the desert floor, meticulously collecting small fragments of metallic debris. Each piece was placed into heavy cloth bags similar to those used for sandbags,

then loaded onto flatbed trucks. The process was methodical and exhaustive, as if every fragment, no matter how small, was considered vital. The debris itself was a thin and oddly resilient metal, unlike any standard aircraft records I'd ever encountered before. The convoy then moved further into the desert, away from the debris field and out of sight of the road, it was there that Thomas encountered the source of the wreckage.

It was a disk, almost fully intact, just resting there on the ground. The surrounding brush had been flattened, indicating to me that the object had skidded across the desert before coming to rest against a natural berm. The rear portion of the craft was slightly elevated, as if it had struck the ground at an angle. It had to be about 30 feet in diameter. had a large dome on the top and a metallic finish,

no seams, no rivets, no weld marks, and no openings. Surface was just smooth and continuous, every edge curved inward or outward. As he took this all in, he was finally told why he'd been brought out to the site. I was to cut an entry hole into the dome, large enough for a man to crawl through. As evening approached,

soldiers erected banks of Portable, lights to illuminate the craft. That's when Thomas began his work. When I started cutting, the alloy was surprisingly thin, yet incredibly strong. When I attempted to bend the metal aside, it sprang back into place without creasing. It just resisted deformation in a way I'd never seen before. Once the opening was complete, Thomas was allowed only a brief glance inside before being ordered. He stirred away. Smoke from the cutting torch filled the cockpit, and harsh lighting created deep shadows. But through the haze, he saw something.

There was two beings inside. They appeared lifeless. Both were small. They were wearing tight, fitting gray suits. Their heads were large and gray, big black eyes that seemed empty and lifeless as well. They almost looked like children. or dead children. Soon, Thomas was ordered back to base. After returning under armed escort, he was taken to a debriefing room. Several high-ranking officers sat alongside four or five civilians in business suits.

They each took a moment to make something very clear to Thomas. I was warned explicitly that what I had witnessed was a single. state secret. If I spoke about it, I would face life imprisonment or worse. The threat terrified him. For more than two decades, he told no one except a trusted friend, and even then, only after years had passed, and only under strict conditions of secrecy. Decades later, Thomas' account reached a retired engineer identified only as William, who would hear the story without taking notes or recordings honoring Thomas's request. William would later report the case to investigators,

noting that Thomas showed no signs of deception and conveyed the event with conviction. Although the testimony did not align perfectly with every other Roswell era account, it added a crucial firsthand perspective to an already complex historical puzzle. Whether this incident was the Roswell crash itself or a separate recovery altogether remains unclear. But Thomas never doubted what he had seen, simply stating the following. That craft was not from Earth. That much, I can tell you, for sure. By the summer of 1952, flying saucers were no longer fringe rumors, whispered between civilians.

They were a subject of alarm within military and intelligence circles, and at an unnamed but major military base in Ohio, a civilian woman employed by the U.S. Army's Signal Corps found herself in the middle of events she neither sought nor wished to publicize. Known only by the pseudonym Cindy, she worked nights as a teletype operator, decoding messages in handling highly classified communications for both the Army and the FBI. Her security clearance was substantial.

Her position trusted and her discretion unquestioned. One night in September, Cindy walked into the base photographic lab for an entirely mundane reason to ask for an aspirin from a friend who worked through. There, an army photographer known only as Mr. Z. The lab was located in the same communications building where she worked, and the door had been left unlocked while Mr. Z briefly stepped away. As she entered, she immediately noticed a series of photographs hanging to dry. At a glance, they resembled the Flying Saucer illustrations I'd seen in newspapers.

But these images were not illustrations at all. They were unmistakably photographic. They were real. Mr. Z returned and appeared visibly startled that Cindy had seen the photographs. At first, he expressed concern, but leaving the door had been locked. When he realized she possessed a high-level clearance and was a trusted colleague, he hesitated, then decided to satisfy her curiosity. He told me that he had personally.

taken the photographs during an assignment north of the base where a flying saucer had come down. According to him, government scientists had struggled to access the craft, which was composed of one or more metallic alloys not found on earth. He refused to elaborate any further and warned me that the photographs were classified under the highest security designation. Initially, Cindy assumed the photographs documented experimental military aircraft. The base frequently tested advanced technology. In secrecy was routine. That assumption vanished, though, when she later handled a series of classified teletype messages that described the object. These messages stated that the craft in the photographs was of interplanetary nature,

and that it was being transported under extremely heavy guard to the base for preliminary examination before being transferred to right field. Additional messages ordered a red and white alert status for the base, citing fears that other similar craft might attempt to retrieve the disabled one. The language of the messages deeply unsettled Cindy. The messages implied that base commanders believed additional unidentified machines were still airborne and possibly hostile. The tone of the communications made me nervous as if those in command anticipated an attack or recovery attempt. This was no routine military exercise. The implication suggested an ongoing

engagement with the technology and an intelligence far beyond ours. Something else caught Cindy's eye in several of the images. A Jeep was parked beside the craft, which gave me a better idea of the scale of it. It was enormous compared to the Jeep, way larger than anything I'd seen before. The craft had no visible protrusions other than a rim where the the upper and lower halves met. Though it appeared to be constructed from multiple metal sections, I could see no rivets. There were no visible windows, though some of the messages I read referenced portholes made of one-way glass invisible from the outside.

According to communications, she processed, no alien bodies were recovered from this particular craft. It was described as remotely controlled and had not crashed violently, but rather descended gently after losing the magnetic power that sustained its flight. When UFO researcher James Mosley later interviewed Cindy, he found her reluctant, cautious, and sincere. She agreed to speak only under conditions of strict anonymity and displayed no desire for attention or recognition. Mosley attempted to verify her account by contacting Mr. Z directly, while Mr. Z confirmed. Cindy had worked at the base, and described her as an upstanding worker, he denied ever photographing

a saucer, or knowing of any such incident. Faced with mutually exclusive testimonies, Mosley concluded that one of them was lying. But which was it? Frustrated by the impasse, Mosley resolved to expose the broader issue publicly, a decision that led him to his him to create Saucer Smear, one of the most influential and controversial UFO publications ever in history. As for this case, for Cindy, the truth remained locked behind secrecy, her brief glimpse into something extraordinary buried beneath layers of denial and fear, and a case that would only raise more questions than it could ever answer.

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It's patreon.com slash somewhere skies. Or hit that subscribe button right at the top of your Apple podcast feed. Thank you so much for listening, for supporting, and as always, keep looking up. In the early morning hours of June 5, 1954, Bill Marston and his wife were driving home through central New York after visiting friends. It was approximately 3 o'clock in the morning, and the roads were, near. nearly empty. Both Bill and his wife were sober, alert, and relaxed, expecting nothing more than a quiet drive home. As they crossed the freeway near Syracuse-Hancock Airport and began traveling

uphill toward the town of Maddiedale, Bill noticed flashing red lights ahead at an intersection. Several police vehicles were parked there, and Bill instinctively slowed down, assuming there'd been an accident of some sort. As they approached, Bill realized something was wrong with his assumption. There was no wreckage, no damaged cars, no visible emergency scene of any kind that he expected. After turning left into Maddiedale, Bill glanced over his right shoulder and what he saw caused him to slow further in disbelief. Sitting in a nearby field was an object unlike anything he'd ever encountered before. It was approximately 20 feet in diameter and 15 feet high at its center.

Phosphorescent lights of multiple colors were spaced across its surface, glowing brightly in the darkness. The lights illuminated several men walking around the object, examining it closely. Some were uniforms, others did not. One individual carried what appeared to be a large press-stom. camera, slung over his shoulder, and he was actively photographing the scene. Bill's wife, equally stunned, tried to rationalize what they were seeing and suggested it might be the Canadian Avro disc that she had read about.

Following the introduction of modifications, which had been indicated by the results of full-scale tunnel testing of the Avrocar at NASA Ames Research Center, a continuation test program was begun. The objective of this program was to prove the effectiveness of the new control system from hovering through transition in the presence of the ground up to free flight conditions. With a suitable thrust improvement program, it is believed that a static thrust in the order of the original estimate can be obtained, thus enabling the Avrocar to achieve vertical takeoff and free air transition to forward flight. Still, neither could reconcile the craft's appearance, or the seriousness of the activities surrounding it.

They continued driving home, but Bill found himself unable to stop thinking about the site. The next morning, he searched local newspapers for any mention of the incident. There was nothing. No accidents, no military exercises, no unexplained activity reported anywhere near Maddiedale. Concerned, Bill contacted the city editor

and described what he and his wife had seen. The editor admitted he knew nothing about it, but said he would send someone to the sheriff's office to inquire further. Unsatisfied, Bill decided to call the sheriff himself. When he described the scene in detail, the officer on the line responded bluntly that the department was aware of the incident, but that it was a military secret and could not be discussed.

Alarmed, Bill immediately called the city editor back and relayed what he had been told. The editor expressed strong interest and promise to investigate. Later that same day, Bill deliberately drove back through the area to examine the site for himself. What he found only deepened the mystery. The brush around a shallow gully had been freshly trampled, and the walls of the gully were compacted in two. distinct areas, as if a heavy object had come to rest there. Tire tracks indicated that a vehicle had entered the field from one road and exited onto another. These physical traces were consistent

with the presence of something large and heavy, but not with any explanation that Bill had been given. When UFO researcher Raymond Fowler later investigated the case, he contacted local police and Air Force officials at Hancock Field. He was given multiple explanations, including reports of weather balloons, wing tanks falling from aircraft, or even a plane crash in the general area around the same time. When Fowler relayed these explanations to Bill, he rejected each one emphatically. He stated that none accounted for the height of the object relative to the men surrounding it, nor its distinctive structure. Bill described the craft as shaped like an inverted bowl, placed over another bowl with a clearly defined rim when the two sections met.

It carried individual multicolored lights and stood higher than any of the personnel examining it. Despite official denials and contradictory explanations, both Bill and his wife never wavered in their account. Ultimately, not wanting to be labeled unstable or be ridiculed, Bill dropped the matter publicly altogether. But thanks to Raymond Fowler's thorough documentation, the Maddie Dale incident remains one of the most compelling mid-century UFO crash retrieval cases, quietly buried, but never erased.

In the summer of 1953, at Camp Polk in Louisiana, A 17-year-old private identified only by the initials, H.J. was undergoing routine military maneuvers with B Company of the 24th Infantry. The training exercises were unremarkable. That was until dusk, when something entirely unexpected appeared in the skies above. As H.J. and eight other soldiers moved across sandy terrain, they witnessed something in the skies that was described as the following. It was a craft, massive in size, and it was egg-shaped almost.

It began to rapidly descend, and then it crashed nearby. The soldiers immediately reported the incident to their superiors, triggering an extraordinary response. Orders were issued without delay. We were instructed to say. secure the area while additional personnel were dispatched, emergency vehicles arrived, followed by senior officers and military police. Within a short amount of time, the site was sealed off under extreme security measures. A perimeter extending nearly 50 miles was established with armed MPs posted at regular intervals to prevent anyone from approaching the crash location.

Initially, H.J. was allowed to move within approximately 45 feet of the object. before a lieutenant ordered him and others to retreat to a distance of nearly 300 feet. From his brief proximity, H.J. was able to reserve the craft in remarkable detail. It had no visible windows or external lights. Around the equator was a fin-like protrusion that continued rotating even after the craft had come to rest. The ground surrounding it was scorched and reduced to a powdery substance, resembling crushed brick, and it was hot to the touch. As darkness fell, high-ranking officers and medics arrived unseen.

H.J. watched as personnel approached a hatch on the side of the craft, which stood partially open. After some time, two medics emerged carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was a small body, which was immediately loaded into an ambulance. And moments later, three additional... occupants exited the craft with assistance. These beings were small, approximately three and a half, four feet tall, with very slight builds and their movements were stiff, awkward, as though their legs like knees, forcing them to only bend at the hips. Their heads were disproportionately large and appeared featureless, and they wore these tight-fitting uniforms that were a dull metallic green.

When the hatch opened fully, a small ramp extended from the craft, allowing the surviving occupants to walk out under medical supervision. One being was visibly injured and had to be carried, while another repeatedly looked back towards the injured individual, emitting these strange, unfamiliar sounds. It was very unsettling, but also really tragic to watch. H.J. later learned that the survivors' were transported to a hospital and placed in isolation. According to information circulating among personnel,

all three beings eventually died from their injuries. Their bodies were reportedly sent to a medical facility near Washington, D.C. In the immediate aftermath, every individual involved in the retrieval, including H.J, was subjected to extensive medical and psychological testing. Over a period of three days, we underwent intense examinations at the base hospital designed to assess our physical condition and possibly our exposure to unknown substances or biohazards. Though deeply affected by the incident, H.J. reluctantly agreed to cooperate with UFO researchers. Lois Kokeek, Leonard Stringfield, and Dr. Peter Rank. He participated in multiple interviews. but insisted on remaining anonymous and avoiding publicity at all costs. During one interview, H.J. revealed that he had managed to locate a roster of B company personnel,

who were present during the incident and sent the list to Dr. Rank, who would then forwarded to Stringfield for documentation. At Stringfield's request, H.J. eventually agreed to provide a signed written statement, detailing his experience. He wrote three pages and mailed them in early October of 1981, but the letter never arrived. When Stringfield attempted to contact H.J. months later, to request a second statement sent by registered mail, he discovered that H.J.'s phone had been disconnected.

The sudden disappearance of both the document and the witness underscored the risks faced by those who came forward. For H.J., the cost of witnessing the extraordinary event was silence enforced by fear, a silence that continues to echo to the history of UFO crash retrievals and beyond. On August 31, 1986, a 14-year-old girl identified as Laura took part in what she believed would be an ordinary civil air patrol outing. Laura was a member of an auxiliary unit of the U.S. Air Force, based out of Circleville, Ohio, where young cadets participated in search and rescue training, drill competitions, and aviation education. That summer, Laura and a group of all female cadets were taken on a scheduled trip to the National Museum of the United States Air Force at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base,

A place already steeped in rumor and stories about hidden hangers and secret research. After touring the museum, the group was approached by a young airman, a first-class enlisted man who offered to give them a closer look at the base itself. The cadets eagerly agreed, piling into a military passenger van and driving deeper into restricted areas far removed from public exhibits. During the drive, the airmen casually asked the group if they wanted to, quote, see something neat. The unanimous answer was yes, though none of the teenagers could have anticipated what that invitation truly meant. The van stopped outside of a building.

It looked like a cross between a warehouse and an aircraft hangar. The group was ushered through a side door into darkness. The airmen hurried them inside, closed them. closed the door behind them and flipped a switch. Overhead lights slowly began to warm up, casting a dim glow across the space. Directly in front of them was a large interior wall, metal at the bottom and thick glass above. Glass that appeared reinforced, possibly bulletproof. Even in the dim light, Laura could tell something was behind it.

As more switches were thrown, lights alerted. illuminated the area beyond the glass barrier. That's when Laura began to make out certain things in the room. There were five or six large cylindrical tubes against the far wall, and then I could see what was inside the tubes, bodies. They looked human, but I don't think they were. The heads were too large, and the bodies were so small. The group fell into stunned silence,

struggling to process what they were seeing. Some of the bodies looked almost peaceful and fully intact. Others looked hurt and damaged, as though they had been involved in a violent crash or something. But one thing was very certain to Laura. They all looked dead. The cadets exchanged uneasy glances, each silently wondering whether this was real or some elaborate display. Laura thinking that it could have been a museum exhibit or a prank of some sort. No matter the case, the experience was deeply unsettling, not only because of what

they saw, but because no explanation was ever offered. No one spoke, no one asked questions. The airmen seemed to realize suddenly how far he'd gone. After what felt like an eternity, he abruptly ended the viewing. The lights were turned off, the door opened, and the cadets were quickly escort it back to the van. We were guided back to our group leaders. There was no debriefing. No warnings were issued to remain quiet about what we'd seen. It was as if it never happened.

But for Laura, however, the memory never faded. I wrestled with doubt. Had my imagination somehow exaggerated the event? The images were so clear in my memory. 37 years passed before Laura finally spoke publicly about what she'd seen. I still don't know or can even comprehend the purpose of the display, whether it was intentional, accidental, or some form of psychological testing. But what I do know is the beings in those tubes were not human.

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the revelation that we are not alone. Was it a psychological experiment or a prank of some sort? Or was it all true? These questions, especially for Laura and the other cadets, remain unanswered. At least for now. our final case does not begin with a crash site or a sudden encounter, but with a confession between lifelong friends. Two men, known here by their pseudonyms, Greg Edwards, and Tom Matthews,

had been inseparable for years, describing themselves as blood brothers. Greg believed he knew everything about Tom, his background, his job, his daily life. Then one day, Tom told Greg that nearly everything he had shared about himself was a lie. His profession, his work location, even the details of his routine, had all been fabrications designed to conceal a far more extraordinary truth. Tom explained that his story began in high school, where his exceptional intelligence set him apart from other students. His SAT scores were so unusually high that they drew the attention of government officials.

Rather than approaching Tom directly, representatives first contacted his parents, asking for permission to recruit their son into government service. Once consent was given, Tom was offered a position he felt unable to refuse. Immediate employment upon graduation, in exceptionally high salary. and a top-secret clearance. The cost, though unstated at the time, would be his freedom and anonymity. Tom was told he'd be stationed in Nevada, a cover story he maintained for years. In reality, he spent only weekends there.

During the work week, he was flown by private military jet to a top-secret research facility in Alaska. The base was described as an eight-story structure located almost entirely underground, hitting beneath the frozen terrain. According to Tom, the facility's funding came from a covert and morally ambiguous operation, involving the seizure and resale of drugs confiscated from international smugglers, all justified under the banner of national security. The Alaskan base served as a hub for some of the most advanced research in existence. Tom said it attracted brilliant scientific minds and possessed technology far beyond anything known publicly.

Three primary research programs dominated the facility. The first focused on biological weapons. The second involved an advanced electronic surveillance system, capable of seeing through solid objects such as, walls and ceilings. The third program, and most relevant, centered on electromagnetic propulsion and the development of silent, fuelless flying craft. According to Tom, these craft required no conventional fuel source. Instead, they drew power from the Earth's magnetic field. They could hover silently, accelerate instantaneously, and maneuver in ways indistinguishable from reported

UFO sightings. Tom stated plainly that some of the UFOs seen over Alaska were not extraterrestrial at all, but human-operated vehicles developed at the base using reverse-engineered technology. Though he refused to describe his exact role in the program, he made it clear that the work involved extreme secrecy and constant surveillance. After several years, Tom left the program. unable to continue because of the stress of the job. Even after his departure, he remained under close government monitoring.

He was offered lucrative positions with major corporations, offers he declined in favor of a quieter, less conspicuous life. When he finally confided in Greg, it was with the understanding that the truth could never be shared openly. But that would change when Greg later passed the story through intermediaries and would eventually reach the desk of UFO researcher, Preston Dennett. Though impossible to verify independently, Tom's account echoed claims made by numerous other whistleblowers and researchers. If true, the story suggests that UFO crash retrievals did more than reveal

extraterrestrial technology. They reshaped human capability itself. The implication was staggering that humanity has already crossed the threshold into a hidden technological age, one concealed beneath layers of secrecy, fear, and silence. Across 50 years, multiple states and countless lives touched, these cases reveal a hidden continuity running beneath modern history, a covert response to an extraordinary reality. The common threads are unmistakable. rapid military intervention, strict compartmentalization, threats of punishment, lost evidence,

and witnesses who waited decades before speaking, if they spoke at all. Whether the craft in these stories were extraterrestrial, interdimensional, time travelers from the future, top secret military projects, or technologies reverse engineered, The human cost of secrecy is undeniable. Careers were destroyed, families destabilized, memories buried, and truths locked away behind classifications that outlived those who enforced them. If disclosure is ever to mean more than carefully managed admissions,

it must account for these stories. Not as myths, but as lived experiences of, of ordinary people who briefly stood at the edge of an extraordinary truth, one that still waits to be fully revealed somewhere in the skies. My name is Lou Elizondo. I'm a career intelligence officer with various organizations throughout the intelligence community. I've worked for the Department of Defense. I've worked with the Army.

I've worked with the Director of National Intelligence, national counterintelligence executive, and fill in the blank, a bunch of others. The U.S. government has had in the past and continues to have a very deep interest in UAP to include the potential and possibilities of recovering, crashed to UAP, and reverse engineering them, objects, vehicles of unknown origin

that are neither from our country or any other foreign country that we're aware of. We as a nation have been interested in not only the vehicles themselves, but the occupants of these vehicles to include biological specimens. We're not alone. We are not alone in this universe and it is a simple fact. And the U.S. government has been aware of that fact now for decades. Thank you to our voiceover talents in this episode.

Brian J. Corey of the Necronomacast. Tressa Slater of Monsters Lounge Podcast. Aaron Sagers of Talking Strange. And Wendy Marcus of the band, You can find links to all of their work in the show notes. Thank you to Preston Dennett for his research in this episode. A link to his website and books is in the show notes as well. Please take a moment to rate and review us on Apple Podcasts.

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