EXCERPT FROM ROSWELL UFO CRASH EVENT, PLUS NEWS CLIPS
We went out to the scene of where the crash was and started picking up the debris. It’s almost indescribable. It’s not the kind of material I’d ever seen in my life, nor have I seen it since. There were various types of materials which I couldn’t identify. There were little members that looked like they were made of wood, but it wasn’t wood and it had some kind of writing or hieroglyphics that I couldn’t decipher and nobody else could. It was flexible, but you couldn’t break it and you couldn’t burn it.
Also, I found a piece of metal which was about the thickness of the foil in a pack of cigarettes. But the amazing part about it was you could put it on the ground, hit it with a sledge hammer and you couldn’t even put a dent in it. That astounded me and I knew it was nothing from here. I was convinced it was not from anywhere on Earth and I’m still convinced of that.
I had brought a counterintelligence man with me in a staff car plus a pickup truck. We got everything we could into that and I sent the agent back to the base. Then I filled up my car with stuff. By the time I got back home, my wife said, ‘What happened to you? There’s been a bunch of news reporters out here, wanting a picture of you.’ And I said, ‘For what?’ And there had been a public relations officer with them. He said, ‘From what happened, your husband will be very popular by tomorrow morning.’ So that’s how it all started.
What amazed me most of all was the weightlessness of all this material — it weighed nothing. I found one piece of metal — supposedly metal — which was about a foot wide and about two-and-a-half feet long. When I got back to the base, we [Marcel and several enlisted men] brought it all into a briefing room and set up a whole lot of tables there. One of the men said, ‘Let me see if I can put some of those parts together, to see what the thing might have looked like.’ He came back later and said [he tried but couldn’t do it].
I consulted my CO [commanding officer], who said, ‘You better fly the thing to Wright-Patterson Air Field [Ohio]. So, we loaded up the whole thing — which was not a whole lot of material — onto a B-29. We had only picked up one small fraction of what was out there. It was scattered over such an area about three-quarters of a mile long and several hundred feet wide. We’d been there all day, picking up the fragments.
I asked my CO if it was a better idea to stop at Carswell [Air Force Base] at Fort Worth and consult General Ramey and he said, ‘Yes, you better do that.’ When I got to Fort Worth, I talked it over with the general, and he told me, ‘Don’t open your mouth to the press. Put some stuff on the floor and let them take a picture of it.’ But I was careful not to put out anything with detail on it. So they took pictures, and one picture appeared in the papers.
Gen. Ramey told news reporters this was nothing but a crashed weather balloon, but I do know this: later on, Ramey wanted to cover his statement up, because he didn’t know, himself, what it was. I went back to Roswell to resume my duties, but what they did at Carswell was to make a mock display with a battered weather balloon and they let the press take pictures of that. The whole thing was a cover-up to begin with and that was the last I heard of it.
I know it was not a weather balloon and I’d swear it on the biggest bible. It wasn’t a missile or any part of an aircraft that we know of.