Left at East Gate: A First-Hand Account of the Rendlesham Forest UFO Incident, Its Cover-up, and Investigation by Peter Robbins

Author:Peter Robbins [Robbins, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781596057531
Amazon: 159605753X
Goodreads: 1064140
Publisher: Cosimo, Inc.
Published: 2014-08-25T05:00:00+00:00

2. 1987—

GETTING INVOLVED

My name is Peter Robbins. My interest in the subject of UFOs began in 1975 with the return of a childhood memory of an incident that took place in June 1961 and involved my younger sister Helen. It happened in Rockville Centre, New York, outside the house on Harvard Avenue where my sisters and I grew up.

It had been a beautiful morning. Helen and I were playing out by the rock garden on the front lawn when I noticed some “things” in the sky. They were coming down at a very high rate of speed. “Look!” I yelled and pointed skyward. Neither of us said a word for the duration. We watched the things come to an abrupt stop over the Parkers’ house across the street. What they were I did not know, but I could certainly see what they looked like—five, silvery-white, disk-shaped objects. Each was about the size of a commercial airplane at several thousand feet, or a smaller, private plane at several hundred. The five held in a precise, military V-type formation. Around the edge of each were regularly spaced, pale-yellow lights that appeared to be windows.

The two of us just stood there, about six feet apart, and looked at them. Instantly apparent were all the things they were not. They were not airplanes, helicopters, balloons, blimps, or dirigibles. They were not clouds, birds, kites, or reflections from the ground. All these rejections flashed through my mind in a matter of seconds. There was nothing ambiguous about the objects. They were there, and I was transfixed.

Though no science-fiction buff as a fourteen-year-old American boy, I would have to have been deaf dumb, and blind not to have seen a flying-saucer movie or two by 1961. Flying saucers were just what these things were. For some seconds, I told myself I must be misinterpreting some type of conventional objects, but I couldn’t hold the thought. I started to repeat the phrase, “secret government test planes, secret government test planes,” but that didn’t take either.

This was impossible. Everyone—adults and children—knew they were fantasy; you just knew it. But it seemed we were wrong. They were real. Five of them were above the Parkers’ house.

I was starting to lose it. Helen could keep watching if she wanted, but I was getting out of there. Wheeling 180 degrees, I began to run toward the front door. Then several things happened at once. First, I forgot about the things in the sky—forgot about them! Something more immediate was happening.

As I’d started to run, everything around me seemed to slow. I took a few seconds to realize that it was me slowing down and not my surroundings. There was nothing frightening about any of this. On the contrary, whatever was going on now only fascinated me. It was like moving through molasses, and the novelty was overwhelming. Motor functions and coordination now gone, I was falling and couldn’t have cared less. My thoughts were simple: how pretty Mom’s hydrangea bushes looked,

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