DC Dirty Laundry Weather balloons and swamp gas
I’ll admit I was always a skeptic where UFOs were concerned. Having been a USMC aviator for five years and flown into and over many different countries, including several flights across the Bermuda Triangle, I never spotted anything I couldn’t identify.
The topic of UFO’s never came up during my Marine Corps service, even at the bar, so I had to assume no one had ever run across one, and I put them in the same category as Bigfoot and the Easter Bunny.
I was aware that thousands and thousands of people across the planet had claimed to see space ships—all shapes and sizes. It was as if there was a big spaceship dealership up there somewhere with a model for everyone. Just a few miles from where I live, in Aurora, Texas, they supposedly saw one shaped like a cigar take out the judge’s windmill way back in 1897, and that was before the Wright brothers even got off the ground. They even have a spot in the cemetery where they gave a Christian burial to the remains of the busted-up Martian (that’s what they called him).