Or moon reflections...
Well, it’s October, I guess time for some stories of the paranormal. Two from my Dad, from his time flying B-52’s into Southeast Asia.
First story he told me: B-52 took off from Andersen AFB on Guam, loaded with bombs for Hanoi. The plane suffered engine failure on takeoff, and went off the cliff at the end of the runway. It crashed into the ocean below the cliff, all 6 crew were killed. Shortly after, USAF maintenance crews began to refuse to work alone in the parking spot that plane had occupied prior to takeoff. They reported smelling cigar smoke, and hearing voices. One Airman said he’d actually been clapped on the back, and asked, “Hey buddy, you got a light?” There was nobody out there but him.
Second story: Dad is out walking with his co-pilot one night in Thailand, when his co-pilot asks him what the bright light in the sky near the horizon was. Dad was a Navigator, and knew his celestial navigation. He said, “Oh, it’s probably just Venus.” Then he did a double take, because Venus wasn’t in that part of the sky at that time of year. But there was this bright light, hovering off the horizon. The next morning at Squadron Briefing, the Wing Commander came in and asked if anyone had seen the light the night previous. A number of hands went up. The Wing Commander said they’d sent a helicopter out to investigate the light, but when the helo pilot got within a mile or so of it, the pilot said, “Screw this, I have a wife and kids at home, I’m turning around.” No other information that he had about it.