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Some of the earliest recorded ufo sightings of ufo activity was reported during the second world war: These were usually logged by fighter pilots of all the main air forces, of both the allied and axis forces and were mainly termed: (Foo-fighters). Most aircrew were astounded by their amazing aerobatics and ability to out manoeuvre mainstream aircraft, and produce such agility that when first reported it sent consternation through the relevant ministerial departments on both sides.
The biggest problem for the authorities at that time, was each side believed these remarkable aircraft belonged to the other, respective air force. You can imagine the repercussions it must have caused, when fighter and bomber pilots returned from hazardous missions only to describe seeing air traffic along side them, flying silently with no propellers, then suddenly vanish from sight in the blink of an eye.
These initial reports were treated sceptically, and one rumour, and I don't know how true it is, suggests an ME109 pilot
was actually taken out and shot by firing squad as an example to other pilots because the chiefs-of-staff believed him to be feigning madness so he would
be discharged from the force. Yet slowly these reports on new aircraft design began to accumulate, and the ministries gradually started to take them seriously.
On at least two occasions Spitfires from Biggin Hill were scrambled to intercept fast moving traffic over the south coast. On arrival British Spitfires were toyed with, treated as an irrelevance, before higher technology just evaporated before their eyes: Craft were there one minute, gone the next.
Some people, those more sceptical of ufo activity than others might possibly attribute these strange sighting's to pilot fatigue, and in some small way I can understand that belief, after all, for them pilots involved it must have been absolutely harrowing, constantly striving against the odds, a life expectancy of
less than 19 hours in the air, and the thought of death never far from their minds. It is not difficult to understand how pilots, sometimes without sleep, over long duration's, watching friends die and constantly anticipating their own demise can be affected. Or at least that is one interpretation, and meaning no disrespect to those that hold that belief, I prefer the alternative. Because of
the nature of their job, fighter or bomber crews were extremely vigilant in their application; they never for a minute became complacent, for to do so would expedite that automatic downfall.
During this period, from fighter pilots I have spoken with while researching this subject matter, they have always been of the belief they know what they saw. In their eyes, there appears no room for
ambiguity.
As one old flier pointed out to me: "If I made a mistake Lad, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you today. These things were unmistakable. They simply mocked us." And so I although it might be easy for academics to ridicule eyewitness accounts, there has to be a more generous element of respect from us.
I spoke with one chap who had been in combat, and shot down six ME109s, astounding in itself, yet this dignified old gentleman was adamant in his assessment of circumstances. He told me emphatically, that they were scrambled from Bigging Hill just after 7pm June 12th 1944. It was a warm summer's evening, fighters stood racked-up on the field waiting the usual, nightly incursion of German bombers with their fighter escort. Just as 7pm passed, the bell rang. "A God awful sound," he admitted, telling me simultaneous that clatter of brass never really leaves you.
He said he was already kitted up in full flight suit, life jacket and flight gear. A sick apathy filled his senses as he ran blindly to a waiting cock-pit. "You never know if you're coming back or not," he revealed with a vacant look in his eyes.
That familiar explosion of engine sprang to life, the blocks were pulled awayand in a matter of seconds, two Mk13 Spitfires bounced along the airfield, lifted and banked high in to a powder blue English summer sky.
In close formation they were directed to what was simply termed: (Bandits, twelve o'clock high, Dover
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