Terminally ill man reveals he was part of a unit that disco…

Cheeta · November 23, 2025

Terminally ill man reveals he was part of a unit that discovered a crashed/landed [[UFO]] in Vietnam:
"Today I was given word that I have a terminal illness. I no longer have any fucks to give and so I told my grandson a story I never told anyone about my time in Vietnam. He told me I should tell the same story here and showed me how to do it on my iPad. He also said that none of you are going to believe me, and that’s ok. He does, which is all that matters, and I like the thought of getting this down somewhere before I go.
In 1968 I was a part of the 509th Radio Research Group. My unit and others were tasked with intercepting communications from the NVA. About 6 days before we got word that the enemy planned to attack the two hills and base at the same time to kick off Khe Sanh, we got some radio chatter about a recon detachment that failed to respond after reporting a strange structure in the jungle. The structure was reported to be in an area about 25 clicks or so North of Lang Vei in the DMZ, very close to the border with Laos. Since it was in the DMZ, and we were the only ones in the air, my commanding officer, some ring knocker fresh outta school, didn’t have an issue sending a couple of us up in a Huey to get eyes on whatever “structure” they could have been talking about. There wasn’t any structure on any of the land survey images we had of the area. He must have been thinking Russia, and so was I, so I volunteered, having had enough of enemy comms to last a fucking lifetime. Armed with a Nikon F with a 105mm lens and my charisma, I went up with the orders to report from the site and get any pictures I could of whatever this structure was. We came in through Laos and got within about ½ a click from the site and the Huey started to malfunction. Tail rotor, a common problem and we didn’t think much of it at the time. In an attempt to correct for the failure, the pilot climbed a bit higher above the treeline to give us some more room in case it got worse and just like that, the rotor was good to go. What we saw next, I have never ever been able to forget.
It was black first of all. Black like you wouldn’t believe. It looked like solid state motor oil if that makes any kinda sense. It was shiny like if you could freeze liquid mercury without showing any physical signs of it being frozen. It could look like polished glass and yet the material it was made out of seemed to move at times like a lightly-disturbed body of water. That motion seemed to produce random iridescence across the surface. As we closed in on the clearing it had either created or chose, it was difficult to say which, the rotor began to malfunction again. I was with an ace fucking pilot though, and he got control again, but not until we were a certain distance from this thing did the damn chopper begin to function normally. I call it a thing because I don’t rightly know what we were looking at. Some kind of super secret black project we may have been testing? The Russians? There was no way to know, but just looking at it made me uneasy. It didn’t look…well it didn’t look like something we could have built, and I’m using the all-encompassing “we” here, as in human beings. If there was a screw used to build the thing I saw that day, there were no signs at all on the outside. Anyway, once we got to a certain distance I was able to radio back and gave a sitrep. I was ordered to get my photos and get back to base. I damn near sprained my finger clicking that shutter button. Once I had a few rolls’ worth, I swapped film again and took a final few photos just for me and it was a good thing I did too, stowed that roll away in the lining of an unused pilot’s helmet on the floor of the Huey and put in a fresh roll. As soon as we were skids down back at Khe Sanh, a security detail escorted us immediately to a room on base where we were aggressively debriefed, searched (thoroughly), and made to sign NDA’s stating we would never talk about what we saw out there or the debrief itself. Needless to say, all rolls of film were confiscated.The strangest thing they asked me throughout the experience was, how did the craft make me feel? It was the only time they referred to the thing as a “craft” and I am almost positive it was a mistake. How did it make me feel? What the fuck kind of question is that? I don’t even remember how I answered, I think I said sick or something to that effect, but my response to that question was the only thing I remember them both writing down. I should mention that these weren’t normal officers either. Black fatigues, no name badge or rank, no intros. It was the only time I experienced anything like it in all my years of service. The next morning I went to recover the roll of film from the Huey and it was gone. Not the helmet and roll of film, the fucking helicopter. The entire helicopter had been de-commed and put on a C-130. Somebody said they’d heard the spooks in the black had come from FOB 4. What the hell were they alre…