UFOs and Angel Hair: A Brief Overview

摘要

The first time I saw a UFO I was not yet three years old, and so I don't remember it. Apparently, I was not as impressed with the appearance of the UFO as were my father and his brothers. But my father and my uncles remembered it well, and they told me about it years later when I became interested in such things. It happened sometime during the summer of 1945, shortly after the end of World War II. My father and all three of his brothers served in the Army or in the Army Air Corps during the war, and now they were gathered together for a reunion at my grandparents' farm near Salem, Ohio, where they had all grown up. All except Uncle Cliff, my father's youngest brother, who lived in town and had not yet come out to the farm to join them. My father had recently flown my mother and myself to Salem in a J-3 Piper Cub, which he had rented for this occasion since he did not trust his old Hudson to make the trip.