PINELANDS — I was just 14 years old in August 5, 1967, with my Mom driving me shotgun and my little brother and sister in the back seat. We had a summer house on the Jersey shore in Beach Heaven and drove from our Trenton home. In a barren stretch of road we all see an enormous flying object, so large I could not see the ends; I saw just the belly of the craft.
Mom pulled the car over and it floated barely above tree level and it did not make a sound. We huddled together. The crickets stopped whistling. One of its lights focused on us and it stopped directly above us. I remember how it lit my Mom’s skin like today’s LED’s accept a thousand times more intense. As fast as it came it was gone, with smaller crafts zipping around it. We saw an excessive number of military trucks pass us right outside Fort Dix and all the soldiers were looking up. When we got to the shore Mom called Dad in Trenton and told him what we had seen and our realization of missing time. Over six hours had passed and we can account for only ninety minutes to drive this distance.
My dad instructed us not to say anything to anybody and the secret was kept until 2000, when we discussed it with our dying Mother who remembered every little detail exactly as I did, so did my brother and sister. My mother asked, “Did they hurt you?”We all have the same scoop mark on our legs and a patch where no hair grows on our legs. I had medical problems and the doctor noticed scars in my organs from previous surgeries but I’ve never had any surgery. The blue light appeared in my life several times over the years. Today I am frail and sick with complications that cannot be diagnosed. I believe my conditions to be related to that event.