Fellow Aspirant
15th November 2014, 04:28
Dear Fellow Avalonians
I've come to ask for your help in identifying a UFO that Jeremy Hall, a neighbour (and friend) of mine witnessed. I have been studying UFO videos and pictures for many years and this sighting has me completely stumped. I can find nothing online to match the description, so I thought that perhaps you might be up to the challenge.
The following description is an excerpt from the book "Weep for Africa", (published by Helion & Co. Ltd, 2014) subtitled 'A Rhodesian Light Infantry Paratrooper's Farewell to Innocence', by Jeremy Hall. It's a very engrossing read.
The sighting happened in the early 1970s during the Rhodesian Bush War, when Hall and three men in his patrol made camp in the bush on the banks of the Zambezi River.
Excerpt:
"I noticed the guys were looking across the vast expanse of the Zambezi, not directly north to the Zambian side directly opposite us but at a slight angle to the northeast over that portion of the Zambian bank. There, stationary, at an estimated distance of just over a kilometre away a strange shape hovered. It was shaped like an upside-down teardrop, the top a glimmering luminous bright blue, then lightening to a shimmering yellow across the main cylinder of the tear-drop shaped body, and ending in a tail glowing from red to a white tip. It just hovered. How big? It was difficult to judge at that distance. ‘It’ was definitely hovering over the Zambian bank, so maybe it was twenty-five to thirty metres in height for the cylindrical portion, and half of that in width. The tail was another twenty-five metres in length. ‘It’ just sat there, five to six hundred metres above Zambian soil, pasted to the night sky, glowing and blazing with colours that were radiant, almost pure. The tail did not move, and the coruscating (flashing, sparkling) pattern moving up and down, overlapping, difficult to explain.
The shape, ‘It’, never moved, never shifted even slightly, up or down, left or right, backwards or forwards; it just glowed and shimmered like a disco globe. If it made a noise we did not hear it. We watched spellbound. No thought was made of making radio contact via our links to HQ to report this. We were hypnotized by the sight. We asked the guards when they had seen ‘It’. They said that the sky had been clear – they knew this because they had been standing together looking at the stars – and then suddenly the shape was there, in an instant it seemed.
‘It’ sat in the sky and another twenty minutes passed. Then, without warning, and maintaining its vertical stance and shape, ‘It’ moved at an unbelievable speed through the night sky, at an approximate forty-five degree angle across and over the Zambezi River towards the eastern portion of the heavens. ‘It’ did not accelerate from standing still to building up speed; ‘It’ went from standing still to this blinding speed at once, within a fraction of a second, as fast as we could comprehend, as quickly as we could move our heads from left to right. There was not even time to shift our bodies to follow the flight. ‘It’ did not streak, leave a trail of any kind, did not blur, (and made) no sound at all as ‘It’ covered fifty, a hundred and more kilometres across, away, and then what? Thousands of kilometres up into the black vault of the star-studded heavens in less than three seconds, until ‘It’ was just a star – or so it seemed – and then ‘It’ just blinked away. We knew, just knew that mankind – the Americans, the Russians – that nobody had that kind of technology. Nobody on earth did.
There was dead silence from us. Then a collective our-gasp of air – we had unknowingly been holding our collective breath for the time ‘It’ moved, then some more – followed by an encore of ‘cor bloimeys’, ‘foks’, jirres’, ‘fooking sideways’, jissuses and so forth.
What have we just seen? It made me feel pitiful sitting on that riverbank. What did we know, really?
The sarge put the sighting in his sitrep to HQ at Vic Falls early the next morning. Sunray asked him what we had been smoking.
The next night at five past ten ‘It’ was back, at the exact same time and same position over Zambia, as far as we could tell. For twenty minutes the UFO sat glued to the sky, five hundred metres above the ground, and then, at a staggering speed again, it followed the same movement and direction as it had done the previous night. Our sitrep the next morning made no mention of the UFO this time. The UFO never appeared again to our view while we were on that Zambezi patrol."
Jeremy tells me that there is no question in his mind but that the UFO had had his patrol of four men under direct observation; that they were being studied. Of interest is the fact that earlier that day, in the jungle, his patrol had been attacked by a large troop (about 50-60) of baboons, and at close range, had driven them off, killing about a dozen large males in the battle. All of the humans were shaken by the strange, violent experience. Whether this incident has some bearing on the appearance of the shimmering alien 'teardrop' is open to speculation.
So, good members of the forum, can you help us identify the beings flying this amazing craft?
Yours hopefully,
Brian
I've come to ask for your help in identifying a UFO that Jeremy Hall, a neighbour (and friend) of mine witnessed. I have been studying UFO videos and pictures for many years and this sighting has me completely stumped. I can find nothing online to match the description, so I thought that perhaps you might be up to the challenge.
The following description is an excerpt from the book "Weep for Africa", (published by Helion & Co. Ltd, 2014) subtitled 'A Rhodesian Light Infantry Paratrooper's Farewell to Innocence', by Jeremy Hall. It's a very engrossing read.
The sighting happened in the early 1970s during the Rhodesian Bush War, when Hall and three men in his patrol made camp in the bush on the banks of the Zambezi River.
Excerpt:
"I noticed the guys were looking across the vast expanse of the Zambezi, not directly north to the Zambian side directly opposite us but at a slight angle to the northeast over that portion of the Zambian bank. There, stationary, at an estimated distance of just over a kilometre away a strange shape hovered. It was shaped like an upside-down teardrop, the top a glimmering luminous bright blue, then lightening to a shimmering yellow across the main cylinder of the tear-drop shaped body, and ending in a tail glowing from red to a white tip. It just hovered. How big? It was difficult to judge at that distance. ‘It’ was definitely hovering over the Zambian bank, so maybe it was twenty-five to thirty metres in height for the cylindrical portion, and half of that in width. The tail was another twenty-five metres in length. ‘It’ just sat there, five to six hundred metres above Zambian soil, pasted to the night sky, glowing and blazing with colours that were radiant, almost pure. The tail did not move, and the coruscating (flashing, sparkling) pattern moving up and down, overlapping, difficult to explain.
The shape, ‘It’, never moved, never shifted even slightly, up or down, left or right, backwards or forwards; it just glowed and shimmered like a disco globe. If it made a noise we did not hear it. We watched spellbound. No thought was made of making radio contact via our links to HQ to report this. We were hypnotized by the sight. We asked the guards when they had seen ‘It’. They said that the sky had been clear – they knew this because they had been standing together looking at the stars – and then suddenly the shape was there, in an instant it seemed.
‘It’ sat in the sky and another twenty minutes passed. Then, without warning, and maintaining its vertical stance and shape, ‘It’ moved at an unbelievable speed through the night sky, at an approximate forty-five degree angle across and over the Zambezi River towards the eastern portion of the heavens. ‘It’ did not accelerate from standing still to building up speed; ‘It’ went from standing still to this blinding speed at once, within a fraction of a second, as fast as we could comprehend, as quickly as we could move our heads from left to right. There was not even time to shift our bodies to follow the flight. ‘It’ did not streak, leave a trail of any kind, did not blur, (and made) no sound at all as ‘It’ covered fifty, a hundred and more kilometres across, away, and then what? Thousands of kilometres up into the black vault of the star-studded heavens in less than three seconds, until ‘It’ was just a star – or so it seemed – and then ‘It’ just blinked away. We knew, just knew that mankind – the Americans, the Russians – that nobody had that kind of technology. Nobody on earth did.
There was dead silence from us. Then a collective our-gasp of air – we had unknowingly been holding our collective breath for the time ‘It’ moved, then some more – followed by an encore of ‘cor bloimeys’, ‘foks’, jirres’, ‘fooking sideways’, jissuses and so forth.
What have we just seen? It made me feel pitiful sitting on that riverbank. What did we know, really?
The sarge put the sighting in his sitrep to HQ at Vic Falls early the next morning. Sunray asked him what we had been smoking.
The next night at five past ten ‘It’ was back, at the exact same time and same position over Zambia, as far as we could tell. For twenty minutes the UFO sat glued to the sky, five hundred metres above the ground, and then, at a staggering speed again, it followed the same movement and direction as it had done the previous night. Our sitrep the next morning made no mention of the UFO this time. The UFO never appeared again to our view while we were on that Zambezi patrol."
Jeremy tells me that there is no question in his mind but that the UFO had had his patrol of four men under direct observation; that they were being studied. Of interest is the fact that earlier that day, in the jungle, his patrol had been attacked by a large troop (about 50-60) of baboons, and at close range, had driven them off, killing about a dozen large males in the battle. All of the humans were shaken by the strange, violent experience. Whether this incident has some bearing on the appearance of the shimmering alien 'teardrop' is open to speculation.
So, good members of the forum, can you help us identify the beings flying this amazing craft?
Yours hopefully,
Brian