Common sense is not always common sense. In this case I never came to my senses for over 40 years. And then it hit me. If I tell you my alien story I am in no danger of being murdered. No alien would care two hoots. The government might but they don't care that much either these days. As a matter of fact this is going to be a movie. The script is ready to go.

I was rummaging around recently for some audio cassettes to take with me on a long car trip and found some tapes from 1967. I hadn't listened to them since then. Holy smoke…I thought I had forgotten I had learned this information so long ago. For the first time it really made sense and I was excited.

In 1967, the centennial year for Canada, my family and I were experiencing the new age. Besides burning our bras we were members of the UFO Club of Vancouver BC. The club was hosting a speaker from California. She was our house guest too. She was an expert and had her own stories to tell on talk radio. She received a phone call from a caller 'Bob' who was in a state of agitation. He needed to get his story off his chest before he died from his cancer he told her. He arrived at our house on a nice sunny afternoon, the windows were open. You can hear the kids playing outside on the tape. A non frightening sound but what he told us scared the pants off us.

Dad turned his audio reel to reel recorder on and Bob began.

He wanted to write a book he said but was too afraid that they would come back and kill him which he doubted would be no problem for them.

It was February 14th 1950. He was a watchman for a 'closed for the winter' gold mine. His life was meager with no electricity and no neighbors, no radio…..alone.

The snow was blowing 4 feet off the ground, it was dusk at 3PM. The temperature plummeted to -52'F.

Bob explains that when it is that cold and the door is opened the outside air comes rolling onto the floor like a cloud of CO2. Especially this day he was baking bread and roasting a chunk of beef in his wood stove and it was getting very warm in there. Suddenly the door is open the cloud comes in and three men are standing there looking at Bob. Well, you could have scraped him off the ceiling. When he came to his senses he invited them in and offered fresh baked bread. Now what human would refuse this? They did not notice the gesture and did not speak. They did not even look like they understood. So Bob said a few words in Russian. Remember there were rumors about a cold war with Russia that year.

He pulled on his Colman lamp and tipped it closer to see. Something was not right. Coffee? he said.

No answer but after they carefully looked over the whole room and they removed their smelly scorched hoods. The hoods looked like they had been cut out of a car seat or something, Bob says there was something strange about the way they looked. But Bob was too sacred to think straight at this point.

He told us they had bald heads and one had radiation burns on his face and neck and his ear was missing. His skin was turning blue but the others looked 'kinda green' he said. Their jaw joint looked odd too, a little out of place. They were normal height but their hands and arms looked like a child's limb, short and small. Their clothes were made without seams except for the hoods. They spoke to each other in clicks and clacks and some guttural sounds. Still he did not get it.

When Bob made a move towards the door they made it clear he was not to go outside or leave the cabin. Poor old Bob admits he had no where to go anyway.

By now it is almost dark outside but the three men got very busy bringing in boxes of equipment and dumping them on the kitchen table. It all smelled like their hoods. A burned metal smell.

"Ah ha" Bob said to himself. They have crashed their vehicle. What ever kind of vehicle it was...

Then it started to dawn on Bob the reality of who these three men are, and it comes to him just a little late but just in time. The first clue was what he described the strangest piece of equipment he had ever seen. It answers to our description of a laptop computer. But it did more than ours do. This had some kind of diagnostic capabilities. It could look at the inside of the equipment like a magnifying spy camera. But with no camera visible, just a screen. It is hard for Bob to describe because he does not have a reference in 1967. He sees small screws and screw drivers and they are working with them. By now he is convinced they have crashed their UFO craft.

You know, I read this and my first thought was "What? Screws and screw drivers? Doesn't everyone know that UFOs are not made of earthly things like screws? But this was Bob's story and he was sticking to it.

For 3 ½ days Bob was virtually a prisoner. But he was a great observer and a good story teller. He was startled one day when one of the men spoke a few English words to him. He was half pleased to hear it and half angry because he had spent a lot of time worrying about every second around the corner. And now the words explained a lot.

They were scientists from afar. But when Bob asked how much time it took for them to get here the answer was.

"No time. No time at all." With his hands he stretched them out and said "It is from here to here?" Of course Bob didn't get this either until much later in life. Time as we know it cannot exist in space.

Let's come forward in time to 2002. Bob would never know this part. He does not know he is a witness to another story…..one even scarier. The cold war.

Of course he was right, and the screws were earthly.

It was not an alien craft that crashed... It was a B 36. And this B36 had been carrying a Fat Boy, the nuclear bomb with plutonium aboard. It was on a training mission to Los Angeles. The routine on missions like this is the bombardier had the job of putting the uranium core into the bomb once in the air. They had been in the air 7 hours that day, February 13th when all hell broke loose.

May Day….! May Day.…! Engines 1-2 -5 on fire.

We are not sure what happened after that but we are told that they dumped the bomb out into the ocean. Did the bombardier remove the core? We can only assume so.

Seventeen men parachuted out into the frigid darkness of night. I can only imagine how frightening that was. Most of them landed safely on Princess Royal Island BC. It is reported by the crew that the B 36 did a 180' turn and headed back to Alaska but crashed just north of Smither's BC. No one from that flight crew is talking. A matter of fact they even admit to not being able (allowed?) to talk about it.

But to be fair maybe they did not know what we suspect.

This was the very first "Broken Arrow" of the surprising number of 60 Broken Arrows during the cold war.

We suspect that our three strangers absconded with some of that equipment. If I had been a fly on a snow bank I may have seen the silhouettes of three bald headed men sifting through the wreckage and emerging with cut out hoods made from the airplane seats. This conclusion comes to me today from the clues in other stories about our space brother's agenda. It is clear…HUMANS ARE NOT ALLOWED NUCLEAR WEAPONS. And the brothers needed to know what we are up to and they are doing their job of assessing our capabilities and our intent.

Sure it makes sense now…common sense.

We are a warring species. Young men have been killing young men since time began. We just have more powerful and dangerous weapons. We will not be allowed to damage the earth or space with our foolishness. We will be allowed to kill ourselves off however.

This will be interesting today to see how this intergalactic law unfolds itself on earth. Will it become public? Maybe it already is.

Vivian Harper is a retired dental assistant turned dog breeder. Visit her website: www.theyukontapes.com.

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