In a Flash, Death Declared Its Due:

MODELED FROM MULTIPLE WITNESS INTERVIEWS, INCLUDING SIX ON THEIR DEATHBEDS: Imagined and recreated before being drawn from detailed multiple witness descriptions of the condition of the wreckage when found by the Counter-Intelligence Corps agents and the base MPs the next morning at approximately 0500 on 05 JULY 1947.

LOCATIONS: Roswell, New Mexico; Los Angeles; and Paramount Television's Conference Room, Melrose Avenue, Hollywood, California

OF SPECIAL NOTE: This drawing was my first rough of the lightning strike inside a monsoon storm cloud that brought down the Roswell starcraft.

SIGNIFICANCE: Once the lightning bolt rising up from the ground hit, layers of plasma conduits to the left and top of the crew cabin and numerous associated electrical components on top of her port wing overloaded, exploding. The gash was created by materials imploding and exploding. Internal fluid ballast blasted away in a vicious spray taking two of the seven flight crew members with the debris into the open sky inside the storm clouds.

Not far away, the hovering star drive dish with its downward-pointing pylon mast also began to fall, and would create a debris field nearly a mile and a half long inside the old Foster sheep ranch near Corona, New Mexico. Powerful electrogravitic force fields sputtered, causing the tiny ship to remain somewhat intact as she, weighing next to nothing, struck the ground with a mass of nearly a large meteor's impact at speeds faster than a jet airliner could nose down and dive into the ground.

After impact, she would "skip" and "Toboggan" across sandy hilltops, "glassifying" the swatches where her belly "slid" across the ground, for nearly seventy miles to the southeast. There were two impacts. The first was up toward Corona along the same debris field swatch that Mac Brazel would later find early the next morning, and the secondary crash site inside the arroyo only thirty-two miles north of the Town of Roswell's city limits.

Up ahead, during the last minute of the night on the 4th of July, a rising arroyo's limestone cliff awaited. With the last of her ballast evaporating into the night, the vehicle fluttered and eventually impacted two-thirds up the face of the arroyo, stuck into the stone like a dart in a bar room's dart board.