Vulcan bomber in flight
In 1969 we lived at R.A.F Laarbruch in West Germany. My Father was an Arctic Warfare psychopath with the British army who had maybe a 100,000 troops ready to dash over the border with East Germany to stop the great unwashed influx of Communist soldiers and armored columns that were to smash a huge swathe to the Atlantic and splitting the ‘Allies’ into two….i suspect my Fathers role was to go to Finland or somewhere North and cold full of snow, he had a full ready kit of snow gear, skis, and sniper weaponry. I was four years old but aware of the tensions around the place. We lived right at the bottom of the main runway for the base and on certain nights we would be shaken out of bed by sirens.
These sirens, ear splitting, shaking the house which was only separated from the runway by a strip of forest, tall German pine forest, seemingly untouched, quite a magical place for a four year old. The sirens, screaming and it was a call to arms. Within seconds the old man would be dressed for combat, tooled up and every buckle and catch snapped down tight, rucksack ready. Mom would put the radio on and US Forces radio would blare out the Beatles, Elvis, Roger Miller. Mom busied herself as she told me later if the Russians had decided to get their war on we would have been dead in a few hours from a Tactical nuke that would be dropped on the base which was a Hornets nest of Vulcan bombers loaded with enough fuel to get to their targets in Russia and then simply drop out of the sky, no fuel, one way mission, probably nothing left of home. So spoken words were few and along the street lights popped on and the same things were happening in other houses staffed with Cold War Warriors and their families…The Beatles were playing ‘Oh bla di oh bla dah’ or whatever and every time it comes on the radio now in this future my ass tightens up and i want some Mom thing to grip onto and soothe me. He waited by the window for the truck which crept along the residential street slowly like a hearse, and the warriors filed out of their cheap army housing and into the belly of it and the truck went around the corner and was gone. Then Mom cried, and i goofed around like a four year old does….and the roar of the Vulcan bombers shook the house and the stink of the fuel permeated everything.
In the days between alerts i would play in the garden, and sometimes if Mom was around i would clamber over the scrub at the bottom of it and go into the forest a little, it was cool under the canopy of Pine needles, there was interesting things, fallen over trees blown down by storms, huge Ferns, holes and through the trees the base. Occasionally a Vulcan would take off on some test flight or training mission and it would creep slowly only a hundred or so feet up scraping the tops of the Pines it seemed, and the engine exhaust would filter like a mist and settle in the hollows and holes of the forest.
It was a Summer day, a little cool maybe Spring, and i was clambering around the scrub. Mom was chatting over the fence to our neighbour, another Army wife. Involved maybe in gossip, arms folded, discussing base crap. I was cool, there wasn’t anywhere for me to run away to, i was safe in there but i went a little deeper in. Mom was engrossed in tittle tattle probably.
There was a fallen Pine i remember, and i used to climb onto it and inch myself along until i reached the hillock and detritus of the root ball which made a great place to hide, jump, investigate. I inched along my pudgy little hands probably sticky with resin…and i saw it at the end of the trunk…
It was small maybe the same height as me. It had an elongated head that was thin and smooth and a dull red colour the same as its body. Its arms were puny and stick like as it clambered over the tangle of roots with ease in one movement. Its eyes now, as i noticed were a dull black and huge like a pair of wrap round sunglasses. It came within inches of my face in a flash staring at me…i tried to back away not in fear but the thought occurred that this was its place, its location not mine…..and then there was another behind me blocking the way back down the trunk. I looked to my left and there was a six foot or so drop to the ground, a short stumbling run and i would have been back in the garden, i could still hear Mom she was that close. The thing in front of me touched my hair and that was all the help i needed, i screamed and jumped.
R.A.F.Laarbruch married quarters
The next thing i was aware of was flying through the tops of the trees at a good speed, avoiding the tree tops which seemed to bend out of the way, i felt like a Vulcan bomber, enjoyed the experience…pressed against my face either side were my two new found friends, passionless, eyes so close to me but not holding me i felt as if i was floating. The next thing i remember was spinning madly through the tops of the trees and over the base, i could see the runway, i could see the tops of the buildings, the people moving between them, the rows of Vulcan bombers, fueled ready for action. I knew i was ok, there was no threat, i didnt even know what a threat was, my ‘friends’ were ok, this was fun.
I remember talking to them of stupid things, kid crap with my short vocabulary and them smiling as we whizzed around the base and then to their home. It was a foggy place a vehicle maybe, not as we know a mode of transport, no controls or readouts, no paraphernalia of space technology…they came to it as i understood for matters of the spirit. My friend showed me a drawing of a spirograph (as it seemed to me) each line intersecting with another but always crossing always repeating. It traced the line with its thin fingers and then again it touched me on the forehead. I understood something then and the deed was done i suspect as the two things, beings whatever grabbed me roughly and started to spin me around until i was dizzy and cried out….i was out of their place and in the tops of the trees again and back at the base, i saw Dad walking around smoking a cigarette. I waved and he walked on. The two things gripped me tight and descended through the trees to the fallen tree and placed me back where i was before the experience…..then they left.
Sometimes you can remember a ‘True’ story as well as you can. All through my life i tried to keep the experience as simple and as true as i could without extrapolating what happened into a more digestible experience one that would sit happily in a book of Alien abductions or some other madness. I dont know who they were, i dont want the vagaries of my adult knowledge to somehow denigrate a positive and fulfilling experience. I wasn’t threatened or harmed although as an adult i cant sleep by an open door or an open window. These things weren’t even interested in me i dont think or maybe they were who knows. This is just a thing that happened as i know it and here i put it down so others can read about it.