Something was in the air in 1947.
You may find yourself skeptical when it comes to all the Roswell hoopla. Zim can understand that. Especially when you drive through that part of the country and realize that there’s a whole economy based on exploiting that event. Zim, like many thoughtful lads, becomes a doubting Thomas when he can spot a paper money trail.
Nevertheless, Roswell is relevant to today’s stories because it takes place just three weeks after “The Maury Island Incident”. Not only that, but another famous UFO encounter, the well-known Kenneth Arnold sighting, took place just three days after the events that Zim’s about to depict for you all. AND — both this and the Arnold story take place in Washington state.
Like Zim said, there was something in the air in 1947.
On June 21st, 1947, seaman Harold Dahl was out on his boat with his young son, his dog, and an unnamed fisherman scurrying the sound for driftwood he could use. One of the things that makes this story such a head scratcher is the time of day: 2:00pm. There was no reason to be spooked in the middle of the day — no reason that a plane should look like a UFO under the bright afternoon sunlight. Harold looked up, and spotted not one, not two, but SIX, count them, S-I-X flying saucers, each fifty feet in diameter, swirling through the sky. He calls over his son, who quickly validates that this weirdness is actually happening. Dahl looked intently up at the hovering discs, and noticed they were actually donut shaped; he could see blue sky pouring in through the center hole of these floaters.
But something was afoot. One of the six discs was malfunctioning. Dahl reported that unlike the others, it was weaving all over the place. Apparently, onte of the other six discs came up close to the malfunctioning one, as if to spot what was wrong with it, but then scuttled away quickly. That’s when the malfunctioning craft started dropping things from the sky. It was as if it were ejecting stuff from its cockpit. This was big, slag-like objects it was vomiting out, and Dahl retold this part of this story with wretched seriousness. This was not something that was happening in the distance, where he and his boat crew could claim a safe asylum. No, sir! These objects were falling to earth right on top of them!
Dahl’s boat took a fair amount of damage from this UFO vomit. His boat windshield was busted through, his wheelhouse took some damage, and a light fixture was taken out. Even his son took some debris wounds. But worst of all, Dahl’s dog was smashed by one of the falling objects; killed the poor thing on contact.
Supposedly Dahl was of sound mind enough to document the damage, snapping photos of everything he could, as well as holding onto some of the fallen material for safe keeping and inspection.
This was no random account of spinning lights in the dark distance, by no means, this was an intense display of UFOery that actually changed this man’s life (and the life of his son and crew member).
The story doesn’t end there. Nosireebob!
This story, my friends, just so happens to be the birthplace of the MEN IN BLACK mythos.
By the next morning, Harold Dahl had only told one person about the bizarre incident over the sound. Dahl had reported the incident to his boss, a one, Mr. Crisman, who was the owner of the boat which took the damage. Dahl had not yet decided whether he was going to take the story to newspapers or anything like that. But before he could do anything, early in the morning, a man knocks on his front door. The man is dressed in a new, simple black suit and tie. The man’s vehicle is a brand new, 1947 black Buick. The man asks Dahl to come out to breakfast with him.
We don’t know exactly what was communicated between the two men, but from what can be gathered, the man in black already knew about Dahl’s boat (and the dog), and threatened Dahl that if he spread this story, his wife and son would be at risk. This of course, freaks out poor Mr. Dahl, and from then on he’s pretty tight-lipped, even going so far as to call the incident a big “hoax” on one occasion when asked (though he later said it wasn’t a hoax, but he feared for his family so he lied).
Meanwhile, Mr. Crisman is taking his employer’s story seriously, and old Mister Man in Black didn’t visit Crisman, so the world is his oyster! When the Kenneth Arnold story breaks a few days later, Crisman is immediately on the phone with Mr. Arnold. After some discourse, he convinces Arnold to come check out the evidence.
So, Arnold comes… but so does the military. Crisman, Arnold, and two men from “the Air Force” meet up in a hotel room. Crisman gives the military men all the evidence, all the debris, the pictures — everything. The air force men say they want to run tests on the debris and take every detail of the story into consideration. The only problem is, the air force men say they have to take an immediate flight down to California for an Air Force Day thingamabob. So, they take all this evidence and hop on a plane back to Cali.
The plane with the two Air Force officers crashed. All the evidence was lost.
There was something in the air in 1947.