Speaker 1: Hello, This is Martin Willis. Former guest Albert Wayne, who
you may remember had an incredible UFO encounter, has submitted
this guest blog, A Conversation Worth Remembering by Albert Wayne.
In twenty fifteen, while handling an inspection claim for damaged
furniture in Buffalo, New York, I met with a client
at his home. He was around eighty years old and
wore a cast on one arm. As we walked through
his condo inspecting the damaged pieces, he explained that he
was battling bone cancer in his arm and that his
wife of many years had recently passed away. At one point,
he brought me into a room lined with photographs of
various aircraft. He told me he was a retired Air
Force officer who had flown many combat missions in Korea
and Vietnam. This, he explained, was his room of memory.
He spoke easily about his time in the military, and
it was clear he was enjoying the conversation. When we
finished the inspection, I asked if we might sit for
a while and visit before I headed out. He smiled
and said that sounds nice. We discussed his wife and
the life they had shared. His military service, and I
shared a little about my own life as well. Because
I've always had an interest in the UFO topic, and
because he seemed receptive, I decided to ask, so I said,
have you ever seen anything up there? You couldn't quite
explain a flying saucer or something like that. You mean,
like a spaceship or something like that, Yes, I replied.
He looked up at the ceiling for a few moments,
his eyes moving back and forth, and then said, nope,
not that I recall some of the other pilots and
I would see these things called contrails and couldn't figure
out where they came from, But no UFOs. I was,
of course disappointed, and was about to move on to
another subject or get ready to leave, when his demeanor changed.
He stared at me with a look that suggested he
wasn't sure whether he should tell me something or whether
I would even believe him. I'll tell you something that
happened while I was with another pilot at an officer's
club in Korea, he said, if you're interested, yes, of course,
I said. He told me they had been sitting at
a table with two young pilots they met that night
playing pool and drinking beer. As the evening went on,
the conversation drifted through careers and the usual pilot talk.
At some point, the two young men mentioned that their
first assignment out of flight school had been Roswell Airbase.
My friend and one I chuckled a little, he said,
and one of us asked, Oh, isn't that where the
flying saucers supposedly crashed. Both men went silent, their expressions
turned serious. They looked around the room nervously, then at
each other, and then back at us. Finally, one of
them spoke quietly. They were there, he said, we saw them.
They tried to get the young men to explain, to
tell them more, but neither one would say another word
about it, And I guess, he added, that's all I
can tell you as well. My visit ended shortly after that,
and I moved on with my business and with my life.
In reflection, I cannot speak to the sincerity of the
two young airmen from Roswell, but I will never doubt
the sincerity of the story I was told by a
very fine older gentleman and a patriot too.