posted on Jun, 19 2005 @ 07:51 PM
I thought we had rules against one line posts that do not add to the substance of the discussion. Oh well.
Anyway, they say timing is everything, and sure enough, the guy responded to me lat night, I have edited information that I thought may identify him,
here's the bulk of his communication:
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I was never 'stationed' or worked at Dulce, I went on
a fact-finding expedition of sorts... it was strange.
I was first in xxxxxxxxxx when I read about Dulce,
and it was a msg that made its way onto a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx system that I ran.
Anyways almost immediately after having this posting
show up on a news forum, about what has happened
there, where it is etc, I miiediately starting getting
inquiries as to what my xxx was for, why I ran it,
etc, from people who would log on, but I had no way to
verify who they were. It was all over modems in those
days. Very strange to have people I didnt know asking
me about my after'hours' activities, beyond work.
The next day - and I still dont know how it happened -
the msg dissapeared. My sytem could archive msgs from
way back, and I ran a tape back up every night, and
even after restoring everything from the day before,
this msg was gone.
When I returned to the states about 6 months later, I
remembered the directions to the place, and was
frankly sick of my wife giving me a hard time at the
time. I called my cousin and said ' let's go hunt
UFOs'... hahah
That was code for lets go out in the woods and drink
and shoot and whatnot. He asked where I wanted to go,
I mentioned that I had 'heard' of a place in NM, we
should drive there. It was about x hours from xxxxxx,
at the most.
We took off on a Friday afternoon, drove down the best
I could remember by the directions - and found the
place. We got there in the dark and thats a whole
nother story as to how we set up the tent, and then
realized we set up the outhouse and didnt bring the
tent, and the mountain lion we heard growl at us, even
though we never saw it or any indication that there
was ever an animal there. We drove further up the
'trail' that we had made our way back on and slept in
the car, to wake in the morning surrounded by elk #
- EVERYWHERE.
anyways throughout the night, we saw plenty of lights,
and we were at least 50 miles from any town. They were
on the ridge, also about 20 feet below where the ridge
was, where there shouldnt have been a road, and at the
bottom of the ridge, again where there wasnt a road.
The next day we went hiking and found that there were
no roads anywhere that we saw lights. We drank some
beer, actually all the beer, shot the bottles all to
hell, and wandered around looking for something else
to shoot. we climbed up some rocky cliff face to see
off in the distance some shiny metallic objects, and
walking across the cliffs we made our way up to the
top.
When we finally got over to this depressed area in
between where all the cliffs were, right in the middle
were some big box-like metal boxes. keep in mind we
are no where near any kind of civilization at all.
when we got closer we realized there were cement pads
about 5x8-5x10' and the metal boxes were air
conditioning duct work. It was like there were A/C
units underth eground, we could hear the hum of the
motors and the ductwork came up and went across the
pad and back down into the ground. We started banging
on them with out pistols and rocks, making a hell of a
racket, and didnt get any kind of response, when we
realized that there was no reason for these to be at
least 50 miles from anything, so we probably shouldnt
be banging on them as we too were 50 miles from
anything. We took off, loaded up the car and drove
back to the road. We decided to go to town get some
more beer and food and ammo and come back. Out of
nowhere a truck met us at the road where the trail
intersected it and followed into CO to town and then
to the supply store. We went in and decided to get
dinner before we went anywhere else, so we ate at some
restaurant, and after eating we decided to just get a
room and go drink at a local bar.
we apparently werent the only 'new-comers' to the bar
that night, as some of the locals told us that these
other guys who had followed us in had been watching us
all night, and when we left with some of the local
girls, i was met at her place by someone who had
already parked in her lot and was physically
confrontational. didnt really say anything, just
wanted to fight. Not sure what the reason was behind
that.
Stayed the night with that girl, (whose name you would
recognize if you listen to country music, she was on
hiatus with her band for a week or two in this town in
CO) and the next morning went to find my cousin. I
returned to the motel, he was passed out on the bed,
didnt remember anything about how he got back to the
motel, all he knew is that he followed some girl out
of the bar to talk and then his memory went fuzzy on
him.
For the next few years, everytime i wanted to do
something (I was in xxxxx) my leave was
scrutinized and I had to turn in detailed itineraries,
while no one else did. the admin people from my unit
never could explain why the CO was so hard on my plans
whenever I went out of town or had to travel for
military business, but it was extremely tough to get
permission to do anything. even the XO couldnt explain
it, the sgt major just said 'its what you have to do'.
I also wasnt a junior enlisted member, I was xx well
on my way to xx at the time. When I left the service
months later I was the senior xx in my job in the
entire xxxxxxxx.
Even years down the road I have had access to
documented military sites where things have happened,
and no one blinks an eye at them. I have had a
clearance and jobs on military bases where the base
itself has a classified mission, and no one has seemed
to care, but those few years were crazy when
everything I did was so closely looked at. It never
happened before I went to Dulce, and after a few years
it stopped, but very strange. I am just giving you a
brief synopsis of what I experienced, but there is
something there, I know it, no reason to have A/C and
nothing to cool. also no reason to have everything
else happen, but I can make it very clear that I know
where I was and how to return.
Come to think of it the entire time I was there it
felt very much as if we were continually being
watched.
Speaking of which - I am not sure of who you are, ha,
you may be the one watching me.
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Not what I was expecting, I thought he was a worker as opposed to a drunken, pistol shooting ex-serviceman who found some strange AC units in the
middle of nowhere.