Operation Morning Light: Terror in Our Skies, The True Story of Cosmos 954 by Leo Heaps

Author:Leo Heaps [Heaps, Leo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sapere Books
Published: 2020-06-21T00:00:00+00:00

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In the intervening time two strange reports made their appearance in military circles in Ottawa and introduced a rather bizarre element into Operation Morning Light. One was ignored but could have considerable relevance. It came from a trained observer and experienced navigator. The other was in the realm of psychic phenomena and for some reason had the label “restricted” attached. If psychic phenomena had meaning, this one sounded somewhat ominous.

Costa Kruger is a Swede who served thirty years as navigator in the Scandinavian Airlines Systems. During his long career he has flown the polar route from Scandinavia to North America more times than he could remember. On January 26, Kruger flew (as a passenger, for a change) on a SAS flight SK933, leaving Stockholm at 11:25 AM Greenwich Mean Time. The navigator was traveling to San Francisco, where he would be met by his daughter and son-in-law and taken to their new home in nearby San Jose. The flight was to make a single stop at Seattle, where passengers flying on to San Francisco would not be able to disembark. Kruger noticed that the flight plan took the aircraft along the familiar track “Charlie” to the northeastern coast of Canada, following from there the VHF omnirange beacons that were stationed at intervals over the Northwest Territories. Kruger was quite familiar with the route and the terrain. He could plot the tracking stations from memory as if he had been navigating the Boeing 707 himself. As the plane approached the Mackenzie River district the pilot announced to the passengers that they were in the vicinity of the region where the Russian satellite Cosmos 954 was reported to have landed. The altitude then was about 35,000 feet.

Kruger looked at his watch, which he kept on GMT. It was a little after 19:00 hours, which would make it 2:00 PM local time. The weather was remarkably clear, cloudless, almost dazzling. The sun shone down on the thousands of snow-covered lakes and over the stunted pine trees, outlining every feature in brilliant detail. The plane’s shadow could be seen moving over the pure white landscape, and the shapes of the frozen lakes were easily identifiable. They were smooth on the surface, snow-blown, surrounded by small hills. But the whiteness was unbroken, endless, a world buried in snow and blasted by freezing, ferocious winds. On the ground, Kruger mused, every small exertion would require monumental effort. From his warm and comfortable seat by the window, well fed and attended, the navigator stared below. He had an unobstructed vista of the terrain for great distances. Less than a hundred miles to the northwest were the small Indian communities of Reliance, Snowdrift and Rat Lodge. Even odd isolated cabins could be seen like brown cubes set in the white wilds of the Barrens. Seldom had Kruger enjoyed such a perfect view.

Then suddenly, directly below on one of the large lakes, Kruger saw something peculiar. He looked again but the object had not changed. There was no doubt in his mind.

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