VERSION #2: Almost There--But No Cigar!

RENDER: General Composite of the Roswell UFO Blueprint Version #2: Almost There--But No Cigar!:

THE STORYBOARD:

LICENSOR & DETECTIVE RENDERING ARTIST: Me. William Louis ("Bill") McDonald Sr.

PARTNERS: Then Captain and now Colonel and Doctor Kevin D. Randle (USAF Retired) along with Donald Raymond Schmitt, Co-authors of the "UFO Crash at Roswell (1991)" and "The Truth About the UFO Crash at Roswell (1994),"

LITERARY AGENT: Sharon Jarvis (Deceased), Toad Hall and Associates, Laceyville, Pennsylvania. (SPECIAL NOTE: Sharon worked as Special Assistant and Executive Assistant to Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis at Doubleday in New York for years prior to retiring to strike out on her own from nearby Laceyville.

THE LICENSEE: The Testor Corporation of Rockford, Illinois, via their Special Projects offices leased in San Diego.

THE STORY OF THIS SECOND VERSION: 05 and 06 July 1995--At the home of a retired auto-auction (and vehicle sales and service) gentleman who would not allow me near either he himself nor his home until I had been formally introduced by book author then-Captain Kevin D. Randle USAF (Reserves), and had been thoroughly vetted by the puppies and adult mastiff-elkhound-God-only-knows-what-else trained attack dogs that stank to high heaven. The adult dogs had a reputation (For real) with both the police department and throughout the streets around Roswell for "Sicking Balls," and ripping through burglar and intruder abs to get at their intestines.

Much to the shock--and consternation--of Randle, Tungate the homeowner and especially the much younger dirty-blonde wife, those dogs all loved me. I got down on my haunches and wrestled with them for over twenty minutes. Note: Tungate was also an expert rattlesnake wrangler--like me. Debbie the "Unhappily-Married 'Real' Housewife of Roswell" in the days before Bravo TV especially took notice. I REALLY had to work to keep my professional distance. Which engendered another level of trust with Rick the witness.

Randle's witness' name was Richard Tungate, a man in his sixties married to a then 32-year-old housewife named Debbie and he claimed to be a retired USAF Colonel who had, with his boss, General Douglas Wyatt, "Rolled-up the wings" of the Roswell spacecraft which when deactivated, had softened somewhat like a dead giant stingray nearly thirty-two feet long that would not rot or mummify. He said the tail was actually a tail pipe. Tungate stated that he had been close pals with Tex Earnhardt out in Phoenix throughout many decades of being in the "Wild Wild West" car business and that Tex would know his name in a heartbeat. THis proved true. Tungate stated that his ancestry was that of English Jews hailing from the town of Tungate in Central England.

He went on to relate how with a pair of TOP SECRET UMBRA security clearances in September of 1952 he and his boss General Wyatt had supervised the removal of the Roswell Spacecraft from a nuclear bomb storage pit on the Patterson Field side of what was now the monstrously large Wright-Patterson Air Force Base which had housed both General Curtis LeMay's Strategic Air Command and General Nathan Twining's Materials Air Command as well as their Foreign Technologies Center. Rick stated that he and his boss shipped the rolled up stingray-porpoise, grown-not-assembled vehicle, stuffed it into a railroad flatcar cargo shipping container, and transported the entire vehicle which weighed less than a "Cessna 310 Twin six seater" to a "Storage Silo" at Level 23 under Cheyenne Mountain. He also stated that no US President was ever allowed deeper than Level 11. Note: The Cessna 310 is an American six-seat, low-wing, twin-engined monoplane that was produced by Cessna between 1954 and 1980.

Rick went on to tell me that the tail pipe blasted negative ions which built up from the Magneto Aero-electrodynamic Propulsion mode it utilized in-atmosphere as well as when it functioned underwater. He said it could dive into the ocean and fly out again, just like the Flying Sub from Irwin Allen's old 1964 through 1968 television series "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea." He said that the flight crew inside were genetically designed to inhabit the interior cocoon of the vehicle, that they "Breathed" or "Respired" through their skins like one of those African fish tank frogs or other amphibians who've lost their gills, as the entire interior of the vehicle was flooded with an oxygenated super-critical fluorocarbon / pure water fluid which functioned as both ballast and as an inertial dampener (Cushion) for the interior flight crew during high-G maneuvers. He said that the 3M Company in San Diego had performed experiments drowning lab rats, rabbits and US Navy SEALS in this fluid, "Over and over again."