As many of you will know, I’m not much of a believer in the claims that the U.S. government (or, in fact,
any government) has in its hands the remains of dead aliens. Certainly, when I was in my twenties, I most definitely
was a believer in the “secretly pickled aliens” scenario. As time went along, though, I came to the conclusion that such stories were created – by the world of intelligence – to camouflage far more disturbing issues. Namely, top secret, high-altitude experiments using people that went disastrously wrong. On top of that, many of the people who have come forward to claim knowledge of dead aliens held at Area 51, Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, and the U.K.’s Porton Down base did so either (a) in anonymous fashions; or (b) turned out to be hoaxers. There is, however, one person whose story I still think about, a story that came from a well respected figure who had no reason to lie about such a controversial matter. The story dates back to 1983, when I was still a teenager.