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"So we used the extraterrestrials' own technology
against them, feeding it out to our defense
contractors and then adapting it for use in
space-related defense systems. It took us until the
1980s, but in the end we were able to deploy enough
of the Strategic Defense Initiative, 'Star Wars,' to
achieve the capability of knocking down enemy
satellites, killing the electronic guidance systems of
incoming enemy warheads, and disabling enemy
spacecraft, if we had to, to pose a threat. It was alien
technology that we used: lasers, accelerated
particle-beam weapons, and aircraft equipped with
'Stealth' features. And in the end, we not only
outlasted the Soviets and ended the Cold War, but
we forced a stalemate with the extraterrestrials,
who were not so invulnerable after all!"
My name is Philip J. Corso and for two incredible years back in the
1960s while I was a lieutenant colonel in the army heading up the
Foreign Technology desk in Army Research and Development at the
Pentagon, I led a double life. In my routine everyday job as a
researcher and evaluator of weapons systems for the army, I
investigated things like the helicopter armament the French military
had developed, the tactical deployment complexities of a theater
antimissile missile, or new technologies to preserve and prepare
meals for our troops in the field.
I read technology reports and met
with engineers at army proving grounds about different kinds of
ordnance and how ongoing budgeted development projects were moving
forward. I submitted their reports to my boss, Lt. Gen. Arthur
Trudeau, the director of Army R&D and the manager of a
three-thousand-plus-man operation with lots of projects at different
stages. On the surface, especially to congressmen exercising
oversight as to how the taxpayers' money was being spent, all of it
was routine stuff.
Part of my job responsibility in Army R&D, however, was as an
intelligence officer and adviser to General Trudeau who, himself,
had headed up Army Intelligence before coming to R&D. This was a job
I was trained for and held during World War II and Korea. At the
Pentagon I was working in some of the most secret areas of military
intelligence, reviewing heavily classified information on behalf of
General Trudeau. I had been on General MacArthur's staff in Korea
and knew that as late as 1961 -- even as late, maybe, as today -- as
Americans back then were sitting down to watch Dr. Kildare or
Gunsmoke, captured American soldiers from World War II and Korea
were still living in gulag conditions in prison camps in the Soviet
Union and Korea. Some of them were undergoing what amounted to sheer
psychological torture. They were the men who never returned.
As an intelligence officer I also knew the terrible secret that some
of our government's most revered institutions had been penetrated by
the KGB and that key aspects of American foreign policy were being
dictated from inside the Kremlin [apparently someone neglected to
brief Col. Corso on the far more clear and present danger of The
Horrible Truth -- no doubt why he is so consumed with such mundane
political and ideological minutiae. -B:.B:.] I testified to this
first at a Senate subcommittee hearing chaired by Senator Everett
Dirksen of Illinois in April 1962, and a month later delivered the
same information to Attorney General Robert Kennedy. He promised me
that he would deliver it to his brother, the President, and I have
every reason to believe he did. It was ironic that in 1964, after I
retired from the army and had served on Senator Strom Thurmond's
staff, I worked for Warren Commission member Senator Richard Russell
as an investigator.
But hidden beneath everything I did, at the center of a double life
I led that no one knew about, and buried deep inside my job at the
pentagon was a single file cabinet that I had inherited because of
my intelligence background. That file held the army's deepest and
most closely guarded secret: the Roswell files, the cache of debris
and information an army retrieval team from the 509th Army Air Field
pulled out of the wreckage of a flying disk that had crashed outside
the town of Roswell in the New Mexico desert in the early-morning
darkness during the first week of July 1947.
The Roswell file was
the legacy of what happened in the hours and days after the crash
when the official government cover-up was put into place. As the
military tried to figure out what it was that had crashed, where it
had come from, and what its inhabitants' intentions were, a covert
group was assembled under the leadership of the director of
intelligence, Adm. Roscoe Hillenkoetter, to investigate the nature
of the flying disks and collect all information about encounters
with these phenomena while, at the same time, publicly and
officially discounting the existence of all flying saucers. This
operation has been going on, in one form or another, for fifty years
amidst complete secrecy.
I wasn't in Roswell in 1947, nor had I heard any details about the
crash at that time because it was kept so tightly under wraps, even
within the military. You can easily understand why, though, if you
remember, as I do, the Mercury Theater "War of the Worlds" radio
broadcast in 1938 when the entire country panicked at the story of
how invaders from Mars landed in Grovers Mill, New Jersey, and began
attacking the local populace.
[A childish caricature, to be sure --
although this was where and when the Holy Blue Brethren first landed
upon your miserable little planet, we came in peace and brought as
gifts our finest Human Anal Probes and Sperm/Ova Extraction Devices,
and Bovine Eye/Lip/Udder/Gonad Extraction and Rectum-Coring
Utensils -B:.B:.]
The fictionalized eyewitness reports of violence
and the inability of our military forces to stop the creatures were
graphic. They killed everyone who crossed their path, narrator Orson Welles said into his microphone, as these creatures in their war
machines started their march toward New York. The level of terror
that Halloween night of the broadcast was so intense and the
military so incapable of protecting the local residents that the
police were overwhelmed by the phone calls. It was as if the whole
country had gone crazy and authority itself had started to unravel.
Now, in Roswell in 1947, the landing of a flying saucer was no
fantasy. It was real, the military wasn't able to prevent it, and
this time the authorities didn't want a repeat of "War of the
Worlds." So you can see the mentality at work behind the desperate
need to keep the story quiet. And this is not to mention the
military fears at first that the craft might have been an
experimental Soviet weapon because it bore a resemblance to some of
the German-designed aircraft that had made their appearances near
the end of the war, especially the crescent-shaped Horton flying
wing.
What if the Soviets had developed their own version of this
craft! [Yes, those Insidiously Clever Commie Bastards -- The Red
Menace -- were the real threat all along, weren't they, Brother
Phil? In fact, they have their Diabolical Soviet Microwave Mindcontrol Satellites pointed straight at you right this very
moment, beaming their hideous Pinko Soviet Woodpecker signals deep
into the recesses of your fossilized paranoiac noggin!
[Yes, Brother
Phil, had you not so arrogantly killed the GREYS with your
reverse-engineered Martian Laser Beams and Bad-Assed Buck Rogers
Death Rays, they could have protected you from The Red Menace! -B:.B:.]
The stories about the Roswell crash vary from one another in the
details. Because I wasn't there, I've had to rely on reports of
others, even within the military itself. Through the years, I've
heard versions of the Roswell story in which campers, an
archeological team, or rancher Mac Brazel found the wreckage. I've
read military reports about different crashes in different locations
in some proximity to the army air field at Roswell like San Agustin
and Corona and even different sites close to the town itself. All of
the reports were classified, and I did not copy them or retain them
for my own records after I left the army.
Sometimes the dates of the
crash vary from report to report, July 2 or 3 as opposed to July 4.
And I've heard different people argue the dates back and forth,
establishing time lines that vary from one another in details, but
all agree that something crashed in the desert outside of Roswell
and near enough to the army's most sensitive installations at
Alamogordo and White Sands that it caused the army to react quickly
and with concern as soon as it found out.
In 1961, regardless of the differences in the Roswell story from the
many different sources who had described it, the top-secret file of
Roswell information came into my possession when I took over the
Foreign Technology desk at R&D. My boss, General Trudeau, asked me
to use the army's ongoing weapons development and research program
as a way to filter the Roswell technology into the mainstream of
industrial development through the military defense contracting
program. Today, items such as lasers, integrated circuitry,
fiber-optics networks, accelerated particle-beam devices, and even
the Kevlar material in bulletproof vests are all commonplace. Yet
the seeds for the development of all of them were found in the crash
of the alien craft at Roswell and turned up in my files fourteen
years later.
But that's not even the whole story.
In those confusing hours after the discovery of the crashed Roswell
alien craft, the army determined that in the absence of any other
information it had to be an extraterrestrial. Worse, the fact that
this craft and other flying saucers had been surveilling our
defensive installations and even seemed to evidence a technology
we'd seen evidenced by the Nazis caused the military to assume these
flying saucers had hostile intentions and might have even interfered
in human events during the war.
We didn't know what the inhabitants of these crafted wanted, but we
had to assume from their behavior, especially their interventions in
the lives of human beings and the reported cattle mutilations, that
they could be potential enemies. That meant that we were facing a
far superior power with weapons capable of obliterating us. At the
same time we were locked in a Cold War with the Soviets and the
mainland Chinese and were faced with the penetration of our own
intelligence agencies by the KGB.
The military found itself fighting a two-front war, a war against
the Communists who were seeking to undermine our institutions while
threatening our allies and, as unbelievable as it sounds, a war
against extraterrestrials, who posed an even greater threat than the
Communist forces. So we used the extraterrestrials' own technology
against them, feeding it out to our defense contractors and then
adapting it for use in space-related defense systems.
It took us until the 1980s, but in the end we were able to deploy
enough of the Strategic Defense Initiative, "Star Wars," to achieve
the capability of knocking down enemy satellites, killing the
electronic guidance systems of incoming enemy warheads, and
disabling enemy spacecraft, if we had to, to pose a threat. It was
alien technology that we used: lasers, accelerated particle-beam
weapons, and aircraft equipped with "Stealth" features. And in the
end, we not only outlasted the Soviets and ended the Cold War , but
we forced a stalemate with the extraterrestrials, who were not so
invulnerable after all!
An E.T. Communist
What happened after Roswell, how we turned the extraterrestrials'
technology against them, and how we actually won the Cold War is an
incredible story. During the thick of it, I didn't even realize how
incredible it was. [Yeah -- me 'n Strom, we was too busy beatin' up
on niggers 'n commie faggots to worry about those clever Martians] I
just did my job, going to work at the Pentagon day in and day out
until we put enough of this alien technology into development that
it began to move forward under its own weight through industry and
back into the army.
The full import of what we did at Army R&D and
what General Trudeau did to grow R&D from a disorganized unit under
the shadow of the Advanced Research Projects Agency, when he first
took command, to the army department that helped create the military
guided missile, the antimissile missile, and the
guided-missile-launched accelerated particle-beam- firing satellite
killer, didn't really hit me until years later when I understood
just how we were able to make history.
I always thought of myself as just a little man from a little
American town in western Pennsylvania, and I didn't assess the
weight of our accomplishments at Army R&D, especially how we
harvested the technology coming out of the Roswell crash, until
thirty-five years after I left the army when I sat down to write my
memoirs for an entirely different book. That was when I reviewed my
old journals, remembered some of the memos I'd written to General
Trudeau, and understood that the story of what happened in the days
after the Roswell crash was perhaps the most significant story of
the past fifty years.
So, believe it or not, this is the story of what
happened in the days after Roswell and how a small group of military
intelligence officers changed the course of human history.
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