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When I came back to ATIC in July 1953 and took over another job, Lieutenant Olsson was just getting out of the Air Force and Al/c Futch was now it. He said that he felt like the President of Antarctica on a non-expedition year. While I had been gone, our instrumentation plan had been rejected.
Shure, it doesn't always shtart wid the sun shinin. 'Will ye marry me? says Teddy Flynn to me. 'I will, says I. 'Then I'll come back from Canaday to futch ye, says he, wid a tear in his eye. "'For what's a man in ould Ireland that has a head for annything but puttaties! There's land free in Canaday, an' I'm goin' to make a home for ye, Mary, says he, wavin' a piece of paper in the air.
I first heard about the sighting about two o'clock on the morning of August 13, 1953, when Max Futch called me from ATIC. A few minutes before a wire had come in carrying a priority just under that reserved for flashing the word the U.S. has been attacked. Max had been called over to ATIC by the OD to see the report, and he thought that I should see it.
Shure, it doesn't always shtart wid the sun shinin. 'Will ye marry me? says Teddy Flynn to me. 'I will, says I. 'Then I'll come back from Canaday to futch ye, says he, wid a tear in his eye. "'For what's a man in ould Ireland that has a head for annything but puttaties! There's land free in Canaday, an' I'm goin' to make a home for ye, Mary, says he, wavin' a piece of paper in the air.
He was beginning to get low on fuel about this time so he hauled up the nose of the jet, took about 30 feet of gun camera film, and started down. When he landed and told his story, the film was quickly processed and rushed to the projection room. It showed a weird, thin, forked vapor trail but no airplane. Lieutenant Olsson and Airman Futch had worked this one over thoroughly.
When I left the UFO project for a two-month tour of temporary duty in Denver, Lieutenant Bob Olsson took over as chief. His staff consisted of Airman First Class Max Futch. Both men were old veterans of the UFO campaign of '52, but two people can do only so much.
In a simple ceremony on the poop deck of one of the flying saucers that I frequently have been accused of capturing, before a formation of the three-foot-tall green men that I have equally as frequently been accused of keeping prisoner, I turned my command over to Al/c Max Futch and walked out the door into civilian life with separation orders in hand.
Could a high-altitude jet-stream wind have been blowing the smoke cloud? Futch had checked this no. The winds above 20,000 feet were the usual westerlies and the jet stream was far to the north. Several months later I talked to a captain who had been at Luke when this sighting occurred. He knew the F-84 pilot and he'd heard him tell his story in great detail.
Before Max Futch got out of the Air Force and went back to law school he wrote to me quite often and a part of his letters were always devoted to the latest about the UFO's. I always go to ATIC with the proper security clearances so I'm sure I get a straight answer to my question. Since I left ATIC, the UFO's haven't gone away and neither has the interest.
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