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Cpt. James Armstrong
US Air Force, 3881

I don't care if you belive a word in this document.  It is my
duty to warn you so that I can die with a clear coscience. I
would like you to understand, first, a little backround into
my life.  I was born in Riverside, CA. in 1946.  I was raised
by friends of my parents and just resently met my biological
parents.  I joined the air force right out of High School.  A
couple years later, the events that are so horrible happend.

I was riding back to March Air Force Base in southern
California.  I heard a loud whining noise and then I saw it;
hovering in front of my truck was a round, silver object
It glowed from the underside only. It was about 20 feet off
the ground and 30 feet in front of us. In the car with me
was a fellow airman.  He was shocked also; but then he looked
at it like he had seen it before.  I hit the gas, heading
straight for it.  I was hoping it would move or that I could
get passed it.  It lowered it posistion, as if anticipating a
crash.  I steered hard to the left, but hit it anyway.

I woke on a table with lights above me.  I felt relaxed to
know I was safely in a hospital, and that I had probibly
imagined the whole thing.  I tired wiping the haze out of my
eyes.  I rubbed and rubbed my eyes.  I could not see clear at
all.  Everything was very hazy.  I thought I had lost my eye
sight in the collision.  I began to panic.  I sat up and
realized I was straped down from my waist down with huge metal
beams covered in electronic lights.  I looked around for the
doctor and there it was.

This hell creature was standing behind me.  I first saw myself
in his huge black eyes.  I could actually see membranes; that
of a brain through the eyes.  I screamed and tired getting my
legs free, but the big metal beams covering them fought back.
They squeezed tighter and tighter.  I struggle further, and
then the metal beams injected me with a drug thats effects
were instant.

Again I woke on the table.  Fearing to open my eyes to see
those staring black eyes.  But I felt I terrible burning pain
coming from my chest.  I opened my eyes and fought the haze
that had plaqued them to see what was happening.  There were 6
of the white aliens standing around me; all with various
operating tools.  I screamed again, and one came right for me
eyes with a tools I could not make out.  It shoved this hot
tool straight into my right eye.  The pain was that of which I
had never felt.  I was in so much pain and agony, I fell under
again.

When I awoke, my eye was pussing and still bleeding. There is
nothing worse than that of not having an organ there that you
had had for all your life.  It is very difficult to describe.
I feared screaming again, and endured the pain from my eye.  I
layed on this cold table hoping I would die.  I knew they were
right above me examining every pore on my body.  I waited for
hours.  Then I felt a sharp slice over my left eye.  I had
thought they totally blinded me, but they had just remove the
eye lid; so I had to watch them.  This wound didn't bleed or
hurt.  But I was yelling inside of myself thinking if I
survive this, I will have only one eyeball that is always
open.  I began to cry.  This was very painful to the mangled
eye, but I couldn't help it.  And the heartless devils collect
every drop for further study.  I yelled at them telling them
to let me go.  They left the room and I was relieved for a
second or two.

I couldn't sleep very easily, so I began looking around the
room.  Above me were 10 small lights that seemed to burn
through out; as if that had no central filament.  The table
had a lot of blood on it which I assumed was mine.  With my
lone eye I stared at the door.  To my surprise it opened.  I
thought the aliens were back for there experiments, but no, it
something else.  I wished the door would close, and I did.  I
felt like God.  It was the greatest felling of joy and sheer
hatred to their race.  I moved things around the room with my
new found trait.  Then I thought,  I'll just lift these metal
beams off my legs.  I tired and they inject me with a lot of
liquids.  I knew I was going to die.

When I awoke, I still had but one blurry eye to see from.  I
looked at them.  And they looked back; straight through my
eye.  I turned away.  My other eye was completly rotted away.
It was a hard crusty ball of mucus and blood.  And everytime
my brain would send the signal to blink, both eyes would
deliver sharp pain.  I then felt a sharp knife enter my ruined
eye.  I yelled and tried to free myself again.  I did not fall
under and had to endure the pain.  Then completly carved the
eye socket clean.  It was so painful and it took over two hours.
I had to watch them the entire time.  They took out the
destroyed eye and even showed it to me.  I was in complete and
total pain and fear.  They then brought in a cows head.  I had
no idea what it was for, until they started removing its eye.
I screamed as I had before only louder and with greater fear.
They began the transplant operation which took over 2 days.

I was put under with a gas of some sort and when I awoke, I
had both eye lids and I thought that nothing had ever happend
once again.  But the pain in my eyes, particulary the right
eye, brought the shocking pain and fear right back.  I dared
opening my eyes.  I could see!  I could actually see out of a
cow's eye.  I was so incredibly impressed that I forgot about
them.  They quickly came over to my eyes and injected a
fluid.  This fluid removed the haze that had covered them.
For the first time, I saw them in their evil bodys in full
clatity.  They were about 3 feet tall and had a grayish skin.
Those eyes I could still see right to their brains.  I was
scared again.  I was in perfect health.  I figured they were
planning on returning me very soon.  I was still afraid but
happy knowing I would be home soon; with two working eyes.
Then I heard the buzzing of an electronic saw.  They began
sawing into my legs.  I screamed and yelled.  This was ten
times the pain of anything they had done before.  I could see
the saw was just a Black & Decker buzz saw.  I was screaming
and turing all over the place.  The metal beams over the
upper parts of my legs kept me in place though.  I grabbed on
of the aliens and got his tool.  It didn't look scared; just
life less.  I jabbed the sharp tool straight into his head.
No red blood; it was almost like sap from a tree.  He was dead
from what I could tell and this took my mind off my legs.  I
heard the splatter of my blood hitting the floor.  I feel
under and knew I would bleed to death.

I was back on the street; my car in flames. The other airman
in flames with it.  Police arrived and bandaged my severed
legs until the ambulance arrived.  It looked like I had
severed my legs when I was ejected out from the car.  They
police said I must of hit a tree that was back a couple
yards.  I had lost so much blood, I couldn't even answer.  I
knew that the only trees that were on that road, were 15 miles
from where we were.

And know I write this document in the Military Hospital on a
small laptop.  I haven't said a word to anybody but you and
whom ever else reads this.  I know that you don't belive this
and I wouldn't if someone told me either.  I would just like
to warn you that they are amoung us; and they will wipe out
the human race.  I know that they will.  I will not say a word
of this to any military personel because they will not believe
me or if they know, as I'm sure my fellow airman in the car
did, they will either kill me or never let me on the outside
world again.  I set here with a God damned cow eye and 2
severed legs; from the knees downward, and beg of you to
beware of them.  They will wipe the entire human race off the
face of the Earth.  Please find it in yourself to belive this.
My best wishes to you and your families.  God Bless and I hope
you never have to endure the wrath of the gray hell creature
as I did.  Thanks for taking the time to let me share my
hellish experience with you.


J. Armstrong