Well, what are ya gonna do? As big as three football fields… and this witness doesn’t sound like the sort of person who’d try to put anything over on you:
At this moment, if I would have blinked, I would have thought it vanished. But I did not blink. I had my eyes on it. And it takes off at a 45-degree angle, but it is still flat. It did not tilt up to take off. It remained flat and took off at a 45-degree angle. I never heard a sound. Never felt any heat. I’ve been back to see if it burned any trees. But it didn’t. It didn’t burn anything.
I love it. No, I don’t have any idea what these things are. I wish they’d show up at something like the Super Bowl, because we could really use the shock.
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All this occurred at Stephenville, a pleasant little town on the edge of the hill country and not far from where I was born in the dying days of World War II. It would be nice to think that God had put in an appearance at Stephenville – or even sent some of his henchmen, the angels, in a space ship. So much is strange and inexplicaple on this planet – why not that as an explanation? But you were sort of a science guy once upon a time, as I recall. I never saw anyone faster or more accurate than you with a slide-rule, Johannes. It’s got to be falsifiable and duplicatable or it aint true, they used to tell us. I still sorta think that way. Let mysteries remain mysteries until some genius finds the proof. Maybe that genius lives in Stephenville. It makes me kind of misty-eyed to think so.