Selected by Extraterrestrials
My life in the top secret world of UFOs.,
think-tanks and Nordic secretaries
William Mills Tompkins
CHAPTER 7
TRAINING FOR MOON AND MARS MISSIONS
VITRUVIAN MAN TIME CAPSULE
We were a tightly-knit group in the Think Tank Advanced Design Engineering Department at Douglas. Sometimes, my colleagues, their secretaries, and I reconvened after work, in one of their apartments close to work, where we continued to speculate on the alien intervention. We often exchanged opinions, trying to address the aliens’ point of view and figure out what their real agenda was for our little planet.
One morning, after a particularly interesting late night get-together, I came to work a little flushed from too much wine. My colleague Bob, his secretary Connie, Debby - another secretary- and I had been up half the night, plotting to send up a time capsule with the Voyager, if we ever got the funds to build it. We had schemed to include the emblem of the Vitruvian Man by Leonardo ad Vinci and some people photos; so that we could give the aliens an accurate idea of what life was like on Earth. Of course, we also planned to include other examples of human intelligence, such as our understanding of atomic chemistry and the laws of physics. The time capsule would be like a message floating in a bottle through our galaxy, waiting for discovery. We never built it, but JPL and some NASA guys did it several years later, with help from Carl Sagan.
1 DM-18 Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile
Years before the Cold War, we in the Advanced Design Think Tank had studied the German A9 and A10 long range missiles. We designed a ballistic missile and mobile launch system, the DM-18, with a 2,000- mile range. We reverse-engineered studies of the German V-2 mobile missile system at White Sands, New Mexico, determined to get the idea across to either the Navy or the Air Force. After a week of reviewing our unsolicited proposal, the Air Force put out a request for a bid on an IRBM. We then countered to the Air Force with the suggestion that they consider the mobile system, which would be deployed throughout Europe with even less cost and one-tenth of the time. The Air Force reviewed our counter-proposal and requested a bid to all of the other aerospace contractors. We then ran copies and resubmitted our offer.
I knew we had the best strategic information, since we had given them the idea in the first place. It was military policy to place offers to contractors for bids, in order for the taxpayers to get the best price. It kept the economy moving, but sometimes it was a big waste of our time.
2 Intermediate Operating Capability
Look how a simple discussion on a missile system can turn into an unbelievable, complicated mystery. Okay, this is a little more detailed than other programs described in later chapters of this book. It will, however, give you a better picture of how difficult it was to develop systems to counter the alien threats, way back then.
This, then, is the Douglas DM-18 Missile system demonstration of operational capability. The Air Force called it WS-315A, a 2,000 nautical miles Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile. It is a weeklong IOC system demonstration. Accomplishing this large automated missile system was actually a technical foundation for the Apollo Moon and Mars program. This system was also conceived in Advanced Design earlier. Our success with the Apollo later was directly related to the success of the DM-18 missile development.
When you have designed a major weapon system, the Air Force expects your aerospace company to provide an Interim Operating Capability, what we in engineering call a rain dance. Unlike other companies demonstrations we engineered every element required and built them in full scale. Yes, we built models of the intermediate missiles checkout and launch center to be deployed in Europe; however, we provided operation of nearly every end item in the weapon system. Missile checkout equipment was operated during the IOC – yes, at my suggestion – and we built a full-scale model of the entire mobile launch system. We built the launch transporter carrying the DM-18 missile; we even erected it to a vertical launch position on the transporter many times during the week long demonstration. Most of our equipment was located in standard commercial Fruehauf trailers. Even the launch control trailer was instrumented in full operational control, erecting the missile. The power distribution trailer provided power for their entire demonstration. Even a partial RIM building, to house the missiles during modifications and checkouts, was included. We had the liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen trailers built, and we even moved them with the camouflaged trucks.
This demonstration area was located just outside the wooden engineering hangar, taking up eighty percent of our east parking lot. The entire weapon system had been conceived in advanced design before the Air Force submitted a Request for Proposal (RFP). There were numerous times during the concept design that I got flashes that helped me conceive elements of this weapon system.
To understand how complicated this entire movable missile system was, the following is a partial list of end item elements operated in this demonstration. And yes, the helpful secretaries in the documentation control were in heels and short skirts. Flirting with the Air Force the entire week, they really were an asset.
WS-315A Ground Support Equipment
SECURITY: (Secret)
A badge was issued to each IOC participant. It had to be worn at all times while in the DAC areas. The badge was retained for the duration of the IOC Program. Admittance to the IOC areas required presentation of the badge and organizational identification.
To all Attendees:
Should you desire to store classified material, approved storage facilities are available. The secretaries at the Document Control will receive and store these materials for you.
Telephone Numbers:
Douglas A-2 Location…………….Exmont 1-5285
AF Ballistic Missiles Division…..Orchard 2-0171
Ramo-Wooldridge …………..Orchard 2-0171 (Soon to be the TRW Think Tank). (Look at the two last phone #’s and you will understand their relationship)
There was a great deal of Air Force brass in attendance during the entire demonstration. Transportation was provided to and from the Santa Monica and Hollywood area hotels. Phone Calls, Messages, Stenographic and Mailing Services:
The secretaries at the reception area did provide stenographic services upon request. They also received all of their incoming telephone calls and messages and informed them of them at their breaks, interrupting the sessions only to deliver urgent messages. They were asked to please inform them that they were expecting calls or messages and tell them what action to take. Mailing service was also provided as required. (You should have seen the secretaries)
Hey people: “Do you get the feeling of how important this rain dance really is?”
It was another beautiful warm blue sky California December day. Douglas engineering conducted the Air Force THOR WS-315-A, IOC at our location at the Santa Monica airport. The following is a list of technical operations demonstrating:
Missile Checkout Systems Evaluation and Coordination
Missile Launching Site Simulator, Trailer Mounted SMU-14/M
Checkout Station, Ballistic Missile, Trailer Mounted TTU-36/M
Missile Simulator, Umbilical, Electrical
R.I.M. Building Equipment and Facilities
R.I.M. Building Power Distribution Systems
Checkout Station, Ballistic Missile
Checkout Systems Evaluation
Systems Coordination
Trailer Mounted TTU - 36/M
Component Test Equipment
Ballistic Missile Flight Controller Test Stand
Missile Components Test Equipment
Propellant Loading Test Equipment
Hydraulic & Propulsion Components Test Equipment
Battery Chargers (The Battery manufacture generated them for 20 years)
Major Test Sets are:
Control Electronics
Inverter
Inverter Monitor
Rate Gyro
Valve Actuator
Potentiometer
Igniter
Propellant Loading Computer
Propellant System Simulator
Missile Battery Charger Rack
Emergency Gyro Heat Battery Charger Rack
Pressure Tester
Pressure Tester
Electrical Control of :
Hydraulic Component Test Console
Propulsion Components Test Console
Propulsion Components Test Cell
Liaison, Coordination, & Test Procedures
Service Department
System Test Programs
Engineering - (A-2)
Manufacturing Test AFMTC - (A-41) Block House
Edwards - (A- 47)
Sacramento - (A-45) Test stand
Cooke Test
Service Dept. Liaison, Installation & Checkout Procedures
Liaison- Packard- Bell
Receiving & Production Acceptance Test Procedures
Electro-Mechanical Coordination
Special Projects
Advanced Design Concepts
WS315 IOC Full Scale Mock-Up, all Systems (operating materials)
WS 315 IOC Scale Topographic Model All Systems
WS 315 IOC Scale Model Missile, Transporter, RIM Building, Fuel Farms and Launch Trailers
WS 315 IOC Logistic Heavy Aircraft Missile Transporter Models
A “Four Star” (Air Force General) stood next to me at the launch control panel, in the Missile Launch Control Trailer, and with the door open, so that he could see the missile tied up on the launcher erector trailer. I said; ”Go ahead, give it a hard on; fire it.”
See the photo nearby for the erected DM-18.
The missile erected up to vertical, opened the clam shell supports, and returned the erecting support down to horizontal lock position, leaving the missile in launch position. I then returned it to the locked position on the missile trailer. The General yelped to his four star buddy, “Watch this: I’m going to launch the son of a bitch.”
Being responsible for actual launching test programs at the Cape, I controlled the operation from the Missile Launch Control Trailer. With the conservative Santa Monica neighbors thinking we were going to fire the missile, the L.A. newspapers had a ball. The Four Star Air Force type, and our V P of marketing, were with me in the launch trailer. The Four Star was very impressed, having watched several of the missile erections from the Launch Control Trailer. I was one of the principals in conceiving the design, implementing the system, and then demonstrating the operations.
Okay, now we’re down to the good stuff.
On the second day of our systems demonstration I was accompanied by our V. P. of marketing, Phil Dolan, again, and two very high four star Air Force brass. We enjoyed an elaborate lunch with other brass. Taking us aside, the marketing guy said to the two Four Stars and me, “Let’s go hunt pussy on the beach. “He got big smiles from both of them in agreement and we walked out to the Douglas six place helicopter and climbed on board. I thought: why have I been selected for this? We flew straight west along the eight blocks to the beach; we dropped down to two hundred feet, and slowly proceeded north along Santa Monica’s gorgeous, white sand beach. The Douglas pilot did not need radar to locate the beautiful girls lying on their stomachs in their string bikinis. At this altitude the Officers on the starboard side waved to the girls. They waved back; we were close enough to kiss them. In fact, we got a bit too close and had to back off a little. There were plenty of pretty girls taking a late lunch and improving their tans, but that’s not what the pilot was looking for.
We were heading to the Malibu beach homes. Now this was the real show. We continuing past Hollywood movie stars’ homes and then circling over certain homes with large pools and sun decks. Jeez, what else? Beautiful, nude, sunbathing girls waved at us. The pilot knew every house to fly over; there were dozens of them. We stopped at one house with no one outside. We didn’t have to wait long, however: three girls came out and undressed for us. Phil, sitting on the port side, reached over a four star, pointing at a large, residential complex high on a hill. We’re going to talk about that later. It was a very pleasant part of the IOC Review and the AF was again very impressed with our design.
I got the feeling that the IOC review was going to continue without me much later that night. I was wrong. We were told to meet during an informal 8:00 P.M. cocktail at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Phil Dolan, our marketing vice president, suggested that we continue our discussions at another, more pleasant location. All four of us piled into an unmarked limousine with one-way windows. It was very dark, but there was no way to miss the four young ladies in mini-skirts. Smiling, they handed each of us a glass of champagne. The clicking of eight glasses saluted to a night of outstanding entertainment.
What was most interesting to me was my date. This one, gorgeous thing grabbed my face, turning it away from the other show girls. She said, “You’re mine for the rest of the week.”
I said, “No, I have to go home tonight.”
“Forget it little boy.”
Yes, she was just as beautiful as the other Las Vegas girls. During the night’s festivities, however, I learned her name was Barbara and she was not from Vegas. She was from Corporate. Wow! (This is extremely interesting because our paths were to cross later on the Apollo program.).
The drive was long, giving the girls and the stars time to get acquainted. Well, nobody actually had intercourse, but the three other sexy things were nearly naked when we arrived inside a large garage. Getting out of the limo we saw that the garage was large enough to accommodate around twenty cars. We were ushered in by a tall vision in the uniform of the evening; a nearly-nothing, transparent black mini. We went up the steps, through high double doors, into a carpeted hall, to two more high double doors which were out into dark entry to a separate building. We could hear the hum of a fast dance band as we were ushered into a large room. The band was on stage, with a big screen in back. The party was already in full swing. We could see about fifteen well-dressed couples swinging it up out on the floor. I thought I recognized several of the girls from this morning’s flight. Someone had lots of $s and excellent taste; this was a huge, custom-built mansion with a movie theater and entertainment center with all the expensive trimmings.
Outside was an enormous patio and pool, with elaborate garden tables and more than thirty overstuffed lounges. Some of the girls in string bikinis had obviously been there all day and were dancing to the band. The builder even provided four, two-bedroom “guest houses” near the pool. There were three bars inside and two outside, on the veranda. The catered food was out of this world. Anything you wanted. After dinner most had paired off dancing; some went in search of more privacy.
I ditched Barbara (or I thought I did) and was driven to look quietly through the big home. The wide stairway was dark but I had to go up. Shields, with spooky, ancient artifacts, carved out of silver and gold, hung on the walls. The whole second and third floors were dark and medieval-looking. I can’t quite explain it; everything was dark brown and black, with black drape walls, crooked halls and ceilings. It was really different, with at least thirteen bed rooms. I walked those upper halls, trying to find a door or room without those loving moans.
I found an unlocked double door at the end of a hall, which led into a very large dark room with no furniture. The ceiling must have been three stories high, sort of a medieval sacramental area. A strange feeling came over me, like this place was not just a Hollywood actor’s hang-out, but a destination for incoming aliens from another dimension, intent on causing disastrous events. Almost freezing now, I sensed that I was not alone in the dark. Quietly out of the pitch-black of the back of this area came a clipping of heels, a nearly nude vision.
“Billy it’s me, Barbara.”
“What are you doing in here; are you following me?” I whispered. “What happened to your dress?”
“Two guys caught me at the top of the stairs, trying to find you; ripped it to shreds and I hid in here. They’re in black hoods; their eyes are red and I think they are very bad.”
“Security?”
“No, much more sinister; I think we could be killed for being in here. Billy, we gotta get out of here now.”
“What about Phil Dolan, the two four stars and their girls?”
“They’re waiting for us in the limo with the engine running. Run!”
Now, at 1:00 P.M., in the limo, and heading for an all-night party at their hotel, I was thankful that the four stars were unaware of what happened to Barbara and me in the mansion. Both were still enjoying the flirting company of the two starlets and looked forward to spending the night with them at the Beverly Hills Hotel. My head was still spinning with another strange element affecting our capability to implement systems to protect our flimsy way of life. I thought: this complex must be owned by a movie magnet that is a center for a secret society. Did Phil Dolan know what was going on there? Who were the people using this facility? Who were the hooded entities with red eyes? What was the real technical accomplishment of our DM-18 missile system a requirement for? Yes, the missiles will probably cut down the “evil empire’s” threats, but they will also help us to reduce the alien threat to the entire planet.
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A little about the missile: unlike the German V-2 Rocket, the Advanced Design established that the DM-18 ‘s near-vertical, straight up launch into thin air space, resulted in no need for it to be streamlined; we could use Northrop’s DC-3 tube design. That allowed lighter skin construction and sixty percent less time to build. The Air Force’s four stars were again impressed. We went ahead, finished our design, built prototypes, tested them, and launched them from the Air Force Launch Center, Cape Canaveral, Florida. I was privileged, again, to be launch conductor on seven DM-18 launches during our test program.
The entire WS-315A program was deployed, in England and Italy, in large numbers during the Cold War.
What is most interesting is that two weeks after we won the Air Force contract to design for the DM-18 against the Army’s Missile Development Center at Huntsville, Alabama (headed by Dr. Von Braun, the senior concept designer of the German V2 missile) we also won the contract to build the whole system to deploy it.
At the end of World War II, Naval Intelligence operators (spies) penetrated virtually every German secret weapons advance system, rockets, aircraft, UFO’s and heavy water in the country. They located the individuals in these facilities, and they were tagged. When the hostilities ceased, the Naval Intelligence and additional intelligence officers went straight into these locations and removed not only the research scientists, but their documentation and as much of the weapons system as they could. They were all brought to the United States in what was called Project Paperclip, located in the Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville AL.
Some of these scientists and technicians were involved in the V-2 flights at White Sands, but they were all ultimately located and housed all over Huntsville. The senior personnel, such as Von Braun, were located in lavish homes on what was called “Kraut Hill,” in the suburbs of Huntsville. Most of these individuals, at the upper level, were SS in Germany and retained that level while continuing development of what was to become the Apollo Saturn V spaceship that took us to the Moon. This entire group was structured and organized into what we called the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA). A ten story building was built inside of Redstone Arsenal, one of the most classified military facilities in the country. It was called Von Braun’s tower, who eventually became the head of NASA’s Apollo Saturn Moon program. The US Navy managed this NASA facility. It was not a civilian, university level mission to the Moon to pick up rocks, to take photographs, and bring them back to the university laboratory for study. NASA is a military, Naval organization to develop the United States’ capability to thrust into the galaxy.
ONE SUNNY MORNING IN DOUGLAS ENGINEERING.
Jeez, guess who showed up at our front door? Yes, oh my god, Dr. von Braun, the head rocket kingpin of the Army Missile Programs at the Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville Alabama. This is the same guy that was head honcho at Hitler’s massive German Panhuman V-2 rocket development center. He wasn’t, however, wearing his discarded SS uniform this trip. He had just had his backside kicked almost out of the missile business by a bunch of snot-nosed California beach boys. He was desperate to learn how a young draftsman surfer could beat out 1,800 experienced German V-2 scientists who had designed, built and tested thousands of missiles, long before the snot nosed kids were even born.
One of our engineers stood up from his drafting board, saying, “That’s him; that’s von Braun.”
To help explain our concepts in designing the automated DM-18 missile system, Von Braun was escorted by Douglas’ V.P. of Marketing, Phil Dolan. After introductions, I pulled up two stools. Phil, who I had met at the DM-18 IOC rain dance (Interim Operation Capability), said to answer any questions Von Braun might have about our work. I spent two hours explaining how we had studied the possible Soviet threats for four years ago in the Tank and had design three classes of ICBMs. Knowing that the Air Force would need some, we just picked an appropriate one and wrote another unsolicited bid before the Air Force put out an RFP that was written around our unsolicited bid. Von Braun was floored. I got snickers from Phil.
3 Still in the Tank: Advanced Design
“I found out,” Cliff said. Cliff is my good-looking, Apollo project manager on loan to the Think Tank.
“You found out what?” I countered.
“That tall brunette, in the near-transparent silver mini, and four inch chrome slippers. You remember Bill: she had no bra; just a chrome bikini. Come on; three weeks ago at the Engineering Dance. You can’t remember? At the Beverly Hills Hotel.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Her name is Kellie Norse; she is a new hire in the flight test office. She drove Grumman F-9-F jets off carriers as a hobby.”
“You’re kidding me?” I said.
“Best Navy fighter pilot in the Pacific, they tell me.” Cliff continued. “It gets better: she’s got a top secret clearance.”
“How do you know that?” I said.
“Turn around, Bill, that’s her in a blue mini, talking to Klemp.”
“It isn’t possible,” I said.
“It is her. Look at her gorgeous long brunette hair. I know what you’re thinking: she is another Nordic type; Jessica’s sister.”
“My god, she is another fucking alien,” Jim said, as he walked up and tapped me on the shoulder. “Where do you two get them from or did Richard pick her up at MGM’s in Vegas?”
Then Richard walked up too. Richard is that blond hunk; a really sharp-dressed guy from the propulsion section. “Hey Dick,” he said.
Cliff responded: “She isn’t ours.”
“I was just telling Bill she is a new fly boy in flight test and she’s got clearance.”
“Cleared to do what?” Richard said:
“Who knows?” I said: “But she sure has Klemp’s attention.”
“I am going to walk over there and see what they are reading.” Cliff added, walking over to Klemp’s desk. When he got back he said: “You won’t believe this: they have Dr. Ernie Lange’s photonic rockets folder, the one that Klemp recommended for a possible deep space destroyer concept. Your power report, Bill, and your system block diagram.” Hot dog.
“She’s explaining to Klemp what’s wrong with it. She’s even changing it, Bill. Your system block diagram: she is red-lining it. Look, she has almost doubled the element blocks that you made.”
Cliff stood there watching her red-lining the document.
Klemp asked him, “Can I help you?”
Cliff said, “No, I see you are really busy now.” And he left.
“Look, she stood up now,” Richard said.
“Yaw,” Cliff added, “and she walked around to the front of his desk and is marking it up even more.”
“That means she is drawing and writing upside down like you do, Bill.” Jim said, “I don’t know how you guys do that.”
“Who the fuck cares,” Cliff answered.
“Look at her now, those gorgeous legs.”
“Never mind the legs; look at her luscious little bare cheeks and that blue-string thong.”
“Oh she turned and is looking straight at us,” I said.
“She is smiling,” Richard added. “We need to hire her right now"
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The next week Klemp asked me to redraw the entire power system block diagram that had some changes. A little pissed, I said, “I can’t now, but I will later, after I finish this report. Boy you certainly changed it!”
“Not me, Bill;” Klemp said. “That young lady last week; she is extremely knowledgeable in unconventional propulsion systems.”
“She has agreed that, if I can arrange it, she will assist me in Advanced Design,” he said.
“Well, Klemp, how did she get in Advanced Design to look at our stuff?” I asked.
“Bill I really don’t know, but she carries a ‘Q’.” he said.
“Wait a minute Klemp;” I said, “something is wrong here: nobody carries a ‘Q’ security. They pull it as soon as you complete the program.”
“All right Bill, but when Elmer told me to review advanced propulsion with Miss Norse, he said she had a ‘Q.’”
I said, “Well, Klemp, Elmer is smoking pot; nobody keeps a ‘Q’.”
“Young man, when the boss says it is all right, believe me she knows as much as me about the future means to propel us to the stars. I will listen to what she has to offer. I don’t know why, but I think she may be years ahead of me in this field.”
“OK, Klemp;” I said, “I’ll back off, but did you see what she did to my system development plan?”
“Yes Bill,” Klemp said, "but you haven’t seen how she red-lined your project review report;”
“Okay, okay, Klemp; but just look at what she did to my eight-foot system block diagram. She literally bled all over it. Reminds me of my first top assembly drawing that I had just submitted to the engineering checker; that guy covered it with red pencil lead.”
Klemp jumped in again, “Yes, Bill; but even back then you probably drew many perspectives and geometric configurations to show engineering management and manufacturing a better understanding of your design, even how to build it in a more advanced method than they had ever seen before. You were actually presenting it in a three dimensional perspective. And, yes, Bill; far more important than that, Miss Norse is even better than you. Look at the finished assembly: it’s just like you do here in Advanced Design. And now, Bill, she didn’t put that much blood all over your precious document. And you know it.”
“Come on, Klemp; she totally changed my attempt to make Dr. Lange’s system work. I had spent additional time addressing his approach and came up with a different method, using an extremely small insulated nuclear reactor, with a number of improvements that would work;” I said.
“She did not criticize your work; it’s my concept she made work” Klemp added. “I also think she is as good as you and Jim in your areas.”
“Okay, Klemp,” I said, “are you planning to fire Jim and hire her because she is prettier than us?”
“Well, again, Bill, just having her standing around here looking like she does, would be a real improvement over you two. But, seriously, Miss Norse only suggested you change twenty-three elements of the 320 on your system development plan. You know how much enjoyment I get needling you and Jim.”
One hot summer day in July, Jim and I were both pulled from the Tank, into my old engineering Electronic Section, which was upstairs, in the wooden hangar. It was time for another top-secret, panic design. For some reason, the area was really hot. Jim was sweating like a pig and hoped the secretaries wouldn’t notice. The project design involved a Naval electronic warfare system that used a 4-engine, long-range, C-118 Naval aircraft (which was a version of the Douglas commercial DC-6).
I looked out over the 500 engineers, with their sheepskin Bachelors, Masters, and Doctorates degrees. They were totally unaware of the extraterrestrial presence on our planet. There they were, all in their white shirts and ties, bending over those 500 drafting boards, in that windowless, converted hangar, with the 2 x 6 x 12 rough wood flooring. I couldn’t help contemplating that we, at Northrop, and now at Douglas, knew about the astonishing fact that UFOs and aliens from outer space were a real threat to the planet. I wanted to stand up on my drafting board and yell, “It’s true! We must all devote our energies to developing spaceships with laser weapons capable of stopping them!”
I told Jim my feelings. He agreed with me, but suggested that now was not the time.
4 Gold on that planet
Two months later, in the Tank after lunch, Elmer Wheaton nailed me and said, “Bill, I talked to Klemp this morning about last March’s brainstorming session. We both agree that you obviously have nothing to do again this month but watch the girls all day long, so maybe you could take Tom Preston’s file.”
“Oh, come on now, Elmer,” I said. “I have to have the Naval mission region-52 drop support plan by the first, their three-view space destroyer layout by the fifteenth, and the Office of Naval Research (ONR) 1980 Threat Definitional Phase 3 finished by the thirtieth. Alpha Centauri’s Mission 7.3 and 8.1 was due the fifteenth of last month, and I haven’t even finished mission 5 and 6.”
Laughing, Elmer said, “Okay, Bill, I’m only kidding. But Preston’s transport vehicle system appears to mix very well with our Naval space convoy missions. It would also back up our economic justification in supplying our planet with the rare metals and minerals. We’re definitely going to need them as we expand our electromagnetic propulsion. You just spoke of this need last January, when you were pushing commercial mineral recovery from planets in Alpha Centauri, along with the need for the Navy’s protection for our space recovery transports.”
“Well, yes, Elmer, and my concept indicated at least four different classes of recovery transports,” I said. “My system included recovery transport vehicles, which operate at very low cost. These would be needed for hundreds of years after we move off Earth and into another sector of the galaxy, to operate mineral recovery through the nearest moons and planets.”
“Sure,” Elmer returned, “but you’re pushing the time frame too hard, Bill. And that’s several weeks off. You’re right. But both you and the Admiral are thinking the same thing. We may have to fight our way off the planet before any of this other stuff can happen. The next ten years might be a continuous technical explosion, gearing towards our penetration into the cosmos.”
“I suppose I’ll have something to cut up in the Think Tank meeting next week then,” I said.
And with that, Elmer left, and I stood by my drafting board, concentrating on sheet number 7 of my 8-foot layout, which depicted my interplanetary mineral planet transport. The elevation configuration (side view) depicted a 3.2 kilometer vehicle with 40 extraterrestrial vacuum extraction units - automatic and retractable - meant to cut down the loading time for mineral extraction extensively. Walking by, Barbara from Corporate glanced at what I was doing.
“Billy,” she commented ominously, “I know all about that stuff that your little space digger will be hauling back here, and it’s sure not fertilizer.”
I thought,: How did she find out about that too? And why?
5 A strange penetration into Hollywood 1939
HOW DID I END UP IN A THINK TANK? 104s
There was this very young Navy Lieutenant Junior Grade, who took me to an Office on base in San Pedro, California. It was obvious to me that this office was unfamiliar to him. Even during my interrogation that lasted all day, I felt he knew I was different. Somehow, I did feel different. But, there was no question that I was being accepted into something that was totally out of this planet. Part of this conversation is shown in the photo on page 10.
Remember, this is a true account of a very young boy living in Hollywood, California with a tremendous interest and enormous desire to project himself into the universe - by the year 2000. What makes this biography so unusual is his inquisitive attitude, enthusiasm, imagination, and ability to conceive in his mind how in the future we can develop our capability of penetrating out into space, by using our Navy to establish commerce with other civilizations in the galaxies. I say with our Navy because he was determined to understand how we got to where we are now by studying the history of our commerce; this indicated that ships were used to accomplish the needs of people in the early times, Navy ships. It was obvious to him that a Navy ship of 1936, with the proper means of propulsion, would be an ideal spaceship. So let’s take a detailed look at what this kid was really doing to gratify his interests in space.
Even before I built my first U.S. Navy ship model I had a strong interest in our galaxy. I started to collect newspaper and magazine articles, drawings and photos on every type and class of Navy ships and aircraft, covering every historical period from the early sailing ships to the most modern ships and aircraft of the day. I had done this, earlier, on my models of space ships. I first made rough drawings of the real Navy ships and then built my models. I went to the library and looked up articles and made my own sketches. Then I made side, end, top, and three-dimensional drawings from the ship pictures that I had collected.
I even tried to make rough drawings at home of battleships that I saw in books in the public library from memory. Unfortunately, Jane’s All World Fighting Ships and other ship books could not be removed from the library. Then I went back to the library and looked up that same book to review the article and photos again. Then, I went back home and corrected my drawings. I collected so many ship articles and photos that I had to make scrapbooks for every class of ships, battleships, cruisers, aircraft carriers, destroyers, seaplanes, dirigibles, submarines, and even support tenders. The nearby figure shows a representative display of my models.
As I got better at drawing, I looked at an existing battleship and visualized what a 1980 battleship or cruiser would look like and make drawings of them. I even thought of what the threat would be to the United States. Could the threats be extraterrestrial? Maybe we won’t need battleships at all, I thought. Maybe, we could use Naval spaceships to battle the aliens out in space, rather than here on the planet, thus preventing them from taking over the planet. I was always projecting my thoughts into the future. What type of ship, aircraft, and rocket would be required to meet the future threats? And if we had enough of them, could we prevent war from occurring? I remembered what president Theodore Roosevelt said, when confronted with threats, “Carry a big stick and talk softly.” And, somehow, I knew we would have to do exactly that.
The U.S. Navy’s enormous zeppelins flew over my house in Hollywood with a deep rumbling roar that I will never forget as long as I live. These gigantic, silver vehicles were the USS Akron ZRS-4 and the USS Macon ZRS-5 dirigibles. These monsters roamed the skies over America for just five years, being based at the Naval Air Stations at Sunnydale and North Island California. They were 785 feet long and flew back and forth over my house and school many times. If I was at home I always ran out to watch them, and at school I got in trouble more than once for running outside to watch them slowly cross the sky. There was nothing on this planet that could impress this kid more. I visualized them as spaceships, not from some other planet, but as our spaceships, sailing throughout the Milky Way. The Akron and Macon carried eight F9C-1 bi-wing scout planes in a large hangar deck. They launched and recovered these fighter aircraft by deploying a hook-on trapeze. I never saw them hook on, but I did watch three F9C-1s flying under their ship like a very large mother-ship, with its little space escorts. I even made a drawing showing one of my spaceships on its way to a planet. I installed it on copper sheet metal which installed on to wood and sheet steel bookends. I still have those bookends, seventy years later. On one occasion, while at school, I jumped up, knocked my school books to the floor, and ran outside as the USS Akron floated slowly over Hollywood. See the Macon photo on page 50..
I lived with my mother, father and older brother in a second story apartment near Sunset Boulevard. At Gardener Junction where the Pacific Electric street-cars cut through, coming from Santa Monica and going east through to Hollywood
I was going to Gardener Grade School and had two bullies beat me up during recess. My mother saved some extra money from my grandparents; she used it to register me in a private School on Sunset Boulevard. It was just for one semester, but it was a real eye-opener to the Hollywood movie crowd. The school taught all ages in one classroom. Almost all of the students were sons and daughters of movie-stars and they were the wildest children I had ever met. The school was on large estates that had equally large homes: one home facing Sunset Blvd. and the other facing the street behind, allowing students access to each home. The parents were frequently out of the country permitting the student access to the living quarters. Most of the students were boarding, the first time for some of the boarding students. All grades were instructed in one large classroom, located in the guest home in the back. The older boys and girls were even having sex with the first-graders. They would cut class and have sex in one of the dorm-rooms. Sometimes, faculty would participate, and even with students from first grade to ninth. It was every day and after school. I learned a lot about Hollywood, as visiting parents frequently participated in these after-school events. I never learned a thing in class, but at least my mother tried.
Like some kids, I had only built a few aircraft and ship models and needed a lot more information to build scale Navy ship models that fascinated me. After school my brother and I would jump onto the red street- cars and ride into downtown Hollywood.
We would first go swimming in the Hollywood YMCA pool and then walk to the Hollywood library. It was hard for me to find good books and study real information about Navy Ships. There were almost no articles on my two favorite hobbies, Navy ship models and spaceships. I did locate one book about Navy ships which was first published in 1899, Jane’s Fighting Ships. This book became my bible, as it contained ship dimensions, such as the length and width of every ship class in the Navy.
At that time the only place I could find any information on spaceships was in the Los Angeles Times’ Sunday, funny papers, in Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers. I did, however, make drawings and some conceptual Navy spaceship models and sold them at the Hollywood hobby shop.
With only four models built in different scales, it became obvious that I needed to establish a standard scale. So I decided on one inch for every fifty feet. I sold two models and started building different Navy ships, but I found it was necessary to make scale drawings. First, I needed a cross-section at different stations down the hull, as I was working from a block of wood, of 1” x 1’ x 14 dimensions. I then had to cut out the top hull and carve out the hull shapes using templates which were made from my scale drawings.
For details of the ship deck housing gun turrets, I needed a completely different approach. It was necessary for me to conceive what the real proportions were, make hundreds of sketches, and then draw plans in scale of each ship before I could build the model. I taught myself to draw several perspective sketches from different angles. This was done in order to achieve a correct configuration of each and every detail on the ship. This was descriptive geometry, but I did not know it at the time.
I found that if I had several newspaper photos, say of a 40mm, anti aircraft gun, I could scale it down to the right size to make my drawings. This allowed me to build the encasements as a standard used on virtually every class of surface ship in the Navy. Many of the photos that I collected were of crew members, and I could see in the background classified antiaircraft guns and their locations. The Navy’s censor did not do a good job of removing all their classified details. I built the models with the classified antiaircraft guns and locations, anyway, and, yes, I did get in trouble with the Navy later. I used the same approach on everything above the deck on my surface ships. I made mistakes building my models, so I had to remove several 20 and 40mm gun mounts from three ship models and relocate them to the right locations.
All of this forced me to not only learn how to properly study, but also to document each detail of the combat systems on the ships. Remember, there were no ship drawings available, as they were all classified. I studied U.S. Naval history and naval ship design in the Hollywood and Long Beach libraries. My dad drove my brother and I to the Naval Long Beach personnel dock, where we boarded Navy launches and went out to the battleships and aircraft carriers that were anchored in the harbor. No cameras were allowed. So, I would look at different deck housings, radar, radio antennas, range finders, and torpedo launchers. When we returned to shore and were driving home in my Dad’s car I would draw perspective sketches from memory of all the details I had seen that day. I would convert the sketches to scale and draw three view drawings, which consisted of a side elevation, end view, and plan view. This was done at school, during my 8th grade drafting class, when I was twelve. Drafting was my favorite class and was one of two classes in which I earned straight A’s. My perspective ship sketches were above and beyond the required assignments. The quantity of sketches and three view drawings exceeded the required assignments by three hundred percent. The results were that I got straight A’s not only in the 8th grade but through the 10th grade, too, where my formal high school education ended. At the end of the 10th grade I was pulled out of Hollywood High School by Naval Intelligence.
But, in the meantime, the Los Angeles County Museum had reviewed what had become a fiftyseven Naval ship collection. The museum director suggested that I should display the Navy ship models on Navy day and holidays in many large department stores. So I did. I selected the Broadway department stores, which were the première department stores of Los Angeles and New York. I placed my models in the front window on Hollywood Boulevard and displayed my model collection. For two weeks the display created the largest crowd the store had ever experienced, except during Christmas time. Several newspaper articles were published regarding my Naval ship collection. The museum director went on record, stating that this was the finest collection of its type he had ever seen.
Now this was scary, several weeks later the Naval Intelligence came out to my dad’s office on Wilshire Blvd. and took my dad to the Naval Intelligence facility in San Pedro for interrogation. They questioned him for two days, trying to determine where he had obtained the classified information on radar systems, twenty and forty millimeter anti aircraft gun implements, aircraft carrier flight deck arresting cable stations, and the new five-inch, dual purpose anti aircraft guns all with the precise locations and numbers. Still not believing that dad was not a spy, the Naval Intelligence came to our Hollywood apartment and changed their minds when they saw all of my drawings, sketches, and models. The Naval Intelligence Officers interviewed me and reviewed my system of various methods of compiling the detailed information necessary to support requirements for making scale drawings, and then building scale models of the Navy’s most advanced ships.
They were amazed that this kid found holes in their top secret programs, but even more amazed of my photographic memory that provided me the ability to understand the Navy’s most complicated missions and weapon systems. The reason I include missions in my statement is because when I reviewed the various classes of Naval ships, it forced me to address the specific types of mission that certain classes could perform. The intelligence staff had a really hard time accepting this. This investigation of me, by naval intelligence, created a special advance research naval program, which required me to join the Navy and become staff to Admiral Rick Obatta. (See nearby the copies of the passes used to let me access and egress the Navy base Commander of Naval Intelligence.) At this time I had no knowledge of this special advance research naval program: all I knew was that I was being taken out school and given a position in the Vultee Aircraft Co. in Downey, California. My time spent at Vultee was only supposed to be one month, but because of my dad not having any money, we rented a small apartment and missed the next month’s rent. We were forced to move every six weeks or so. This ridiculous habit continued for several months and so I wound up working for Vultee for four months instead of just one month.
A quick overview of how I got on this planet: When I was born, in 1923, my mother’s parents were professional stage actors in New York and fairly well off. Then the great depression hit. At this time, my father was president of Standard Film Laboratories in Hollywood on Santa Monica Blvd., which he unfortunately lost in a big corporate takeover. My family never again had the good life. This really changed my mother’s extravagant way of life. My brother, two years older than me, did get some of the good life, but I was too young to remember most of the extravagant lifestyle.
Prior to the corporate takeover, our family – that was my father, mother, older brother and myself - lived well in a large house in Hollywood and vacationed at a smaller house in Santa Monica. After the corporate takeover, we continuously moved until I was seventeen years old. We moved to Long Beach, back to Hollywood, to Santa Ana, back to Long Beach, back to Hollywood, to Los Angeles, and finally to back to Long Beach.
Talking of moving to Santa Ana: it was a very rural town covered with orange groves and ranches. There were no street-cars. The library was a 1914 vintage, with 1914 farm books. They did not know what a Navy ship was. I was in a technical vacuum during that one year period.
In 1939, Long Beach was the major Naval Base. The entire Pacific Fleet was stationed there. At that time the Navy was becoming very concerned about the Japanese Naval buildup in the eastern Pacific, as a result of the war between Japan and China. During this time, Japan had spies in the U.S. stealing aircraft-carrier concepts. The Japanese improved their use of aircraft operations against China and eventually Pearl Harbor. They also developed the concept of using the carrier as the principal ship, instead of using battleships, as other countries still did.
This was a great place for me to live. It was only a small apartment, but it was just fifteen blocks from the Long Beach Rainbow Pier. After school my brother and I would walk downtown and look at the enormous aircraft carriers, battleships, and cruisers anchored inside the new breakwater harbor. My brother would play ball in the sand and I would sketch waterline side views of the different Navy ships. We would walk back home and I would study that day’s sketches, showing the changes to the ships’ guns, masts, rigging, and aircraft with my now substantial collection of newspapers, magazines, articles, photos, and my drawings. I would document the changes on my ship models and update each model with the latest configurations that the Navy had changed or added, and then repaint those ship models. I did these model updates as often as I could, while I was still building new ship models.
I became very proficient using the system I had developed, showing all the classified Navy radar and anti aircraft guns. Remember, it was the time when the Naval Air was also changing from two-wing aircraft covered with cloth to low wing aluminum aircraft. As for whatever reason, I was driven at that time to have my Naval ship model collection up to date in every configuration. I was never able to accomplish this, but I tried to make the collection as close as possible to what the Navy’s capabilities were at that time. Articles and photos in the newspapers about my ship collection stated that every time the Navy built a new ship, I would build a model of it from photos in their paper. These appeared in newspapers around the world. I displayed the models in stores and schools whenever we moved. My dad would get letters from them congratulating me on the collection. The letters would include the names of the store managers and school principals in other towns of Southern California. I was being asked to speak in front of hundreds of people - on the ship collection - at Navy facilities, collages, high schools, and the VFW business meetings. This was before the articles appeared in the Los Angeles Times, when I was only in my first year at Hollywood High School.
In my English class at Hollywood High School, Mr. Black forced me to speak in front of the class. I shook so much in the beginning that I could not even stand up before the class and give a two-minute talk. But, after three months of speaking about the Navy’s ships, this experience of reviewing my ship model collection was invaluable to me. It provided me with an unusual ability to speak to a large audience with overwhelming confidence.
Later, at Douglas, as the Apollo engineering section chief and at TRW as chairman of advanced concepts and program concept manager, I presented advanced weapon systems concepts to Navy admirals and Air Force generals. I did so with a professionalism that gave me the confidence to ask controversial questions concerning their conservative approach to the designs that we were currently developing. They accepted my concepts and, as a result, we were awarded major program development contracts over and over again. All this from the kid who couldn’t speak in front of his English class.
Some of the stores like Broadway and May Company had me locate the ship models in their store windows for three weeks at a time. They had me demonstrate inside the store how I built the models. They provided me with a U-shape table arrangement locating me in the center. On Saturdays, from 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., for all three weeks I showed my drawings and my ship models in various levels of construction, and I explained how I carved out the hulls of the ships with my knife and razor blades. The store always had a crowd out front by the windows, with a sign saying: Meet the Boy Navy Ship Builder Inside. I had a crowd around me all the time. The store would put an advertisement in the town newspaper announcing the event; the paper would call my dad and interview me and write a separate article in detail about my collection. By now I had so many previous articles that my dad kept and showed them to the reporters. I think my dad got paid for the store showings, but, if he did, he never told me.
For over a year, and without my knowledge, the Navy developed a plan to utilize my expertise in the Navy. Through naval Intelligence, contact was made with Admiral Charles Blakeley, Commandant of the Naval District, who reviewed my background and the ship models, with Captain H. C. Gearing, Commanding Officer of the U.S. Naval Training Station San Diego California as shown on the previous page.
I continued to acquire additional Navy ship and aircraft information, to a point where the collection consisted of over fifty U.S. Navy ships. The Director of The Los Angeles County Museum, after a thorough inspection of all fifty of my ship models, said they were “…true to scale and are complete in detail and the most outstanding exhibit of its kind in the country.”
They were greatly impressed with my ability and contacted other commands who could best assist me in planning my professional future. Collectively, they were in a position to know just what the Navy would offer me. In a letter to my father, the commanding officer said: “Referring to your son’s future, there is no question in my mind that he will go places and it is my firm belief that there is a place for him in the Navy where he can carry out his work to his advantage.”
CHAPTER 8
KEY CLUB AND APOLLO
When I arrived at work, Steve Moyer, a Section Chief, ran up and confronted me. He exclaimed, “Now I know where Sorenson gets his secretaries from. The guys and I went to Las Vegas this weekend. We went to Caesar’s Palace and your secretary’s sister was on the stage. I talked to her at the bar after the show. I can’t believe it! Seems like these alien star girls are everywhere the action is.”
Then Dick Stark chimed in, “Well, I saw her cousin reviewing the Huntington Beach S-IVB Apollo stage production site facility with the construction contractors. These dolled-up aliens are on top of this program, literally.”
I asked, “Well, what do you expect? If you were going incognito wouldn’t you set yourself up for the easiest way to infiltrate the system? Yeah, they turn tricks for secretaries, but when the real heat’s on, they’re out of the fire. Its simplicity is genius in a way.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Whoever they are, these gals have got us by the balls, and most can’t seem to get enough!” We all had a disturbing laugh as we headed for our offices. I had intense feelings of dread and excitement as I walked through the door. Jessica was sitting cross-legged in her chair. I couldn’t help but see the perfect firm curvature of her thigh.
She had no problems with self-confidence, and gave me a glance that said, “You know you want it.” Right after that she stated, “Hooray, for Friday, Billy-boy. I live for these days, sweetie.”
In space management engineering at Douglas, intense pressure existed in attempting to accomplish the major milestones required by the schedule of the Apollo Moon production program and the alien threats. The Key Club was designed to take the pressure off - every other Friday at 11:30 a.m. Even though getting out of the office and having a few drinks was relieving, I had a lot of pent-up pressure from resisting my secretary’s advances on a constant basis. The top managers (short badgers) and I escorted our secretaries as if they were our wives. We always dressed in sharp, expensive suits, as if we were going to a corporate meeting. Most of the time, the ladies would be wearing cocktail dresses that would pass for swimsuits.
My secretary slinked over in her little orange-pink mini dress, gave me a posh look and said, “Are you ready to have some fun now? This week just dragged on, you know.” She ran her finger down my tie and strutted by so that I could see her sway to the exit. We drove them over in our cars. Mine was a year old Cadillac. We drove to the Kit Cat Club in Englewood, a large Gentleman’s Club.
On the drive over, my secretary slid over the seat with her miniskirt all the way up, and proceeded to attempt to make out.
Once at the Kit Cat, we all started heading for lunch upstairs - in a large, expensively decorated, private room with large chandeliers and wall-to-wall velour couches. There were hallways that led to private rooms like a hotel. As I passed by I could hear the exotic noises. As we passed by, Jessica glanced over at me with one raised eyebrow. She said, with disdain, “Sounds like someone is having a good time.”
We then came to the dining and dance room. There was always an excellent banquet table laid out with elegant silverware for about thirty of us. A few waitresses dressed in bustiers and garter belts offered our group drinks and hors d’oeuvres. Mr. X, Al Sorenson, raised his glass and said, “To our progresses with the Apollo S-IVB. I hope she flies all over the galaxy. And to the ladies who give a nurturing touch throughout our way.”
He then proceeded to down his drink, stick his tongue down his secretary’s mouth and grab her breasts. As soon as they delivered my next drink I started to feel a little more relaxed. However, I asked myself: are all the short badgers here somehow thought-controlled by the aliens and instructed by Sorenson, who may be a reptilian alien himself? And what about the secretaries? Why is it okay for them to drop their pants so fast? Don’t any of them have husbands or boyfriends?
After lunch and plenty of champagne several of the managers paired off with their secretaries (or some ones else’s) on the couches and started to make out. I had to sigh at this point. I knew that I had to keep my head and resist temptation. I saw Jessica across the room. She was being instructed by Al Sorenson to seduce me in front of the group. They couldn’t have been more discrete as they stared at me. While Jessica was nodding and turned back to Jim, I quickly finished my 2nd glass of champagne and loosened my tie. She slinked over to me. As she approached she licked her lips, and pulled down one side of her dress to show her perfectly rounded breast. She threw her arms around me and said, “Let’s go to a room, if that would make you more comfortable.”
Instead, I swirled her around on her three inch pumps and escorted her back over to Al Sorenson, who, somehow, was the head of everything. I sarcastically said to Al, “Have fun!” So, with a disgusted look on his face, he stripped Jessica’s dress off and pretended to ravage her on the carpet in front of everyone. She never let him in. I turned my head to look away; however, the entire room was engaged in passionate madness. I managed to put down another glass of champagne and left the party for work. The party sometimes continued on until Sunday at noon. Very few of the partygoers went back to the office. These escapades were more than a ritual.
The almost uncanny success of every project that I have conceived and developed in the past seven years, led someone to establish exactly how I accomplished them. Yes, there was a planned method to have something on me, thereby controlling me, like they had control over the upper level short badgers in the Engineering Department.
Now, I want to make one point very clear: this is not unusual in large corporations. But this was very different: who wanted to know? Was it Al Sorenson, or maybe Al Sorenson’s boss? Or even possibly the Corporate Vice President? And how about NASA itself?
Holy cats! If Jessica really is a Nordic alien, then maybe the reptilians are trying to stop her from helping us to develop the capability to go galactic? Elmer Wheaton was never involved.
1 Jessica and the pit stop
IS IT POSSIBLE SOME OF THEM ARE REALLY EXTRATERRESTRIAL? EARLY APOLLO HOW JESSICA FLEW IN FROM THE GALAXY WITH A PIT STOP AT VEGAS
“Hey Bill,” Cliff said, “do you remember right after you got your short badge, that first day you opened the door to your new office? There was this nice looking lady sitting in the guest chair? Remember?”
“Yes, Cliff.”
“She smiled and said to you, ‘I’m Petra. I’m here to keep you out of trouble. I understand you’re in it all the time.’ So you replied, ‘Well, yes, that applies to our entire design section, except for Cliff and me.’”
“Okay, what about it?”
“She was very pleasant, right? Amply endowed up front.”
“She did keep us pretty clean, even though she was a little slow on dictation.”
“We all thought everything was going fine,” Cliff continued, “until one morning, we entered your office and that new redhead was setting on your desk. She said, ‘Hi, I’m Emily. Petra flew the coop. Yep, she’s gone. You’re stuck with little old me.’”
“Well, let me tell you being stuck with that Emily was not a problem.”
“Except, Bill,” Bob said, “I saw Petra over at Northrop last Friday. So what’s going on?”
“I don’t know, Bob. I don’t think she was upset with any of us. Maybe Ralph, our attorney, could find out why. I’m not complaining! Emily was even better.” I added, “An asset to the entire section. My staff and group engineers were amply supported with lovely young ladies.” Our Section was the envy of the entire Engineering Department.
“But we need a good Section secretary. Emily was very sharp; really helpful. She even improved our entire section reporting schedules.”
Two months after this conversation, Emily, crying, told Cliff and I that she had been transferred to the El Segundo plant. Ralph Malone, our attorney, had heard the commotion and asked Emily, “Who the hell told you that?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you guys.”
“Oh, come on, Emily. You’re part of us.”
“I can’t tell. I’ll be fired.”
“This has got to stop,” Ralph said. “I’m going straight to Gary Langston and find out who’s doing this.”
And it wasn’t just Ralph. The whole section was wondering what was going on. A week later, we still didn’t know what had happened.
The following Saturday, at 7:30 a.m., it was an unusually warm spring morning, but most of us had to work. Cliff and I, both in casual attire, met in the empty parking lot, by the entry gate.
Walking into the plant Cliff said, “Bill, it’s such a beautiful day, and there’s only fourteen blocks to the girls at the beach.”
“I will if you will,” I said.
Entering my office first, Cliff said, “Hey, Bill, guess who’s sitting cross-legged on your desk?”
“Oh my gosh,” I thought. She was this cutie little in blue-jean shorts - they were literally cutting her in half - and a red bikini top.
“Hi. I’m Lucy,” she said. “Lucy, at your disposal.” True to Cliff’s word, when I saw her, she hopped down on her high heels, came right up to Cliff and me, and said, “You guys are cute; this is going to be fun.”
We hardly ever dress up when we work weekends, but looking at Lucy, I thought, she is really out of uniform.
Cliff didn’t care. “Now I know why we have to work today, Bill! Don’t make her get dressed.”
Yes, we had fun all day. Lucy’s shorts must have been a size 1 and she looked like a perfect 4. Knowing that we were concerned about the situation, she voluntary told us that she was from the corporate typing pool and didn’t know much about engineering, but was a fast learner.
She really was.
Later, Ralph found out that Emily had been transferred to the El Segundo Plant. That had only lasted a week, but she was no longer living at her apartment?
But Lucy was different. She lasted a good four months with us before she disappeared.
“Who the hell is doing this?” Ralph said.
“More important: why?” Cliff added. “Somebody must be trying to find out how and why you, Bill, seem to get it right every time.”
The word had gone through the grapevine that the Propulsion Section has gotten this gorgeous young thing who always wears miniskirts.
“Bill,” he added, “isn’t our Section responsible for the Apollo S-IVB stage checkout launch and ground support?”
“Right you are,” I said.
“Aren’t we the systems analysts for the entire program? And Bill, we have the largest number of engineers of any Section! So shouldn’t we have the best looking secretary?”
“Right you are Cliff.” Again, I agreed.
“So, here we are, with no Section secretary,” Cliff grumbled.
Then, in walks this dream. I mean, she’s absolutely gorgeous; like nobody at Douglas has ever seen before. She walks right into my office, and says, “Here I am, Bill. Now we can do it.”
I had to agree with what Cliff was thinking. I’d thought the same thing. Do what? Stuff was banging around the inside of my head; there were a lot of things that came to mind that I wanted to do with her.
She was beautiful, a tall, long haired blond, wearing what was to become the standard for these new secretaries in the future: a very short cocktail dress.
Somehow, she gave me the impression, pulling up her skirt and looking at her legs, that she meant to do whatever she wanted to do, right now, here, on my desk, with all of Engineering crowded around, outside my office.
Glancing shakily over my shoulder, I noticed that all the typists’ faces were twisted up with envy. The guys were lapping their tongues over their lips.
Wait a minute, I thought, who were these secretaries?
Of course, Cliff had to say that she had the sexiest long legs he had ever seen. And look at those four-inch, clear plastic heels! They’re classic!
Coming out of it, I stood up and held out my hand to welcome her. She came right up to me, put her arms around my neck, and rubbed herself all over me. “You’re losing it again, Bill,” Cliff said.
Feeling weak, I had to sit down. Taking a seat on my desk facing me, the new dream provided me with the most incredible view I had ever seen.
“I’m Jessica,” she said. “Do you think you can remember that?”
“I’m uh, William,” I stuttered.
“Yes, I know,” she answered. “You’re Bill Tompkins, Section Chief responsible for getting us on the Moon and Mars for the Apollo Program. And I’m here to make it happen, okay?”
“That sounds good to me,” I said.
“Cliff, will you give us a little privacy,” Jessica said.
“How do you know my name?” Cliff asked.
“Just shut the door behind you, Cliff. Bill will be all right.”
He shut the door, bang.
Coming out of it again, I told her, “You are very nice, Jessica.”
Holding my face in her hands, she said, “It’s going to be all right now.” She brushed her long, blond hair back with both hands, causing her neckline to drop even more. “I need to make several telephone calls now. You know, company business.”
As I watched her speak to someone on my phone, still sitting on my desk, things sort of cleared up a little. I got the impression that she could be the Executive Officer of Bell Telephone Corporation in New York City on the NIKE ZEUS anti-missile program. I thought, this one is really different.
I visualized her in expensive business suits (with short skirts, of course), running the entire fucking company, telling Douglas what to do. She was obviously very high-maintenance Corporate material.
After a knock, my office door opened.
“Bill,” Cliff said, “that’s enough time to get acquainted. We’ve got a rain dance in ten. Bring her along.”
2 Little girl…nobody understands
Three weeks later, at 32,000 feet, Cliff and I were flying first class in a brand-shiny-new United Airlines Douglas DC-7, two hours out of LAX, bound for Orlando, the Cape, and all those NASA problems.
“Bill,” Cliff said, “now this is really living; these vodka gimlets are excellent. But I’m concerned: do you think the program is safe with both of us gone?”
Still not fully recovered from the Jessica ordeal, I answered,
“Safe from what, Cliff?
“Leaving Jessica alone?”
“She could sell the whole fucking Company; to Boeing, our competition. Or even worse, the goddamn Russians.”
“Well, yes Cliff, you’re justified. You should be concerned about the magnitude of control that my little blond has over the entire Milky Way Galaxy.”
It’s possible, I thought. She’s hot enough to really be from there.
“Bill, come off of it; she’s no little girl. Those long legs don’t quit. Even without heels, she’s as tall as you.”
“Yes Cliff, but she’s brilliant. Dives right in the middle of the problem; pushes all the details out of the way, gets right to the big picture."
“Okay, Bill but why switching all these girls? And where did Jessica and Propulsion’s dream come from?”
“You know, Cliff, when she does this she is having so much fun she nearly has a climax. She knows she makes me hard, just loves it.”
“But Bill, something is going on.”
“Slow down Cliff; I’ll get our stewardess to give you another vodka gimlet. But yes; you’re right something really is happening. Now stay with me here, because this is way out. Is it possible that Jessica and those other extraterrestrials have been stuffing our heads with advanced ideas for a long time?”
“Whooooow, holy cats; Bill that stopped me.”
“Well think about it; if Dr. Klemperer is proven right and the aliens can somehow telepathically implant ideas into our heads from their massive mother ships parked out there, they could have been doing just that for a long time.”
“Wow, that would certainly answer a lot of questions.”
“Now, Cliff, I’m glad you are sitting and strapped in for this one.”
”This one what?”
“I think there’s a possibility the aliens may be able to prevent us from seeing them. Both Klemp and Dr. Hartley have indicated that it’s possible, because it is common knowledge that we are using only part of our brain, and the aliens could be playing with the rest.”
“So you’re saying Jessica really is an alien?”
“No Cliff; I don’t think Jessica is one of them. See those two empty seats across the aisle from us? Maybe, just maybe, there are two aliens filling those seats, right now.”
“Boy or girl aliens?”
“Let’s just say Jessica types.”
“I’ll buy that concept, Bill, if you will talk both of them to popping back into our vision and have dinner with us.”
3 The Short Badge
Back at Santa Monica, my new responsibilities as Engineering Section Chief on the Apollo Program consisted of getting a short badge, (a management position) and conceiving an advanced concept and design for the Saturn S-IVB Stage checkout and launch test systems. I ended up, however, redesigning major elements of the Moon program, including the Saturn launch complex.
The Apollo organization chart is massive, showing more than 600 people on the figure nearby but you must understand that the S-IVB Stage of the Saturn 5 Moon Vehicle is massive itself. It had the largest number of the most qualified engineers, designers and PhD’s on the program. This was because our mission required detailed understanding of literally every system and every function of the Douglas S-IVB stage, including the entire Apollo vehicle and its missions. We even had a patent attorney, the only one on the program.
4 Long Beach, California
In 1937, Long Beach was a major Naval Base. The whole Pacific Fleet was stationed there. At that time the Navy was becoming very concerned about the Japanese Naval build up in the eastern Pacific. This was a great place for me to live, if only in a small apartment fifteen blocks from the Long Beach Rainbow Pier. After school my brother and I would walk downtown and look at the enormous Aircraft carriers, battleships, and cruisers anchored inside the breakwater harbor.
My brother would play ball in the sand and I would sketch water line side views of the different Navy ships. We would walk back home and I would compare that days sketches showing changes the ship’s guns, masts, rigging and aircraft with my now substantial collection of newspapers, magazines, articles photos and my drawings. I would document the changes on my ship models and update each model to the latest configuration that the Navy had changed or added and then repainted those ships. I did these model updates as often as I could while I was still building new ship models. I became very proficient using this system that I had developed. Remember, it was the time when the Naval Air was also changing from two wing aircraft covered with cloth to low wing aluminum aircraft.
CHAPTER 9
PERMISSION
Let’s start at the beginning of the NASA’s Apollo program. President John F. Kennedy was given permission to leave our planet. I say “given permission,” but by whom? Who gave Kennedy this wild, stupid idea to go to the Moon? Certainly, Congress didn’t; they all had pork barrel projects back in their home states, which needed those hundreds of millions of dollars instead. And why would the Soviet generals and Navy admirals give up all their new toys to go off half-cocked on some ridiculous Moon thing, regardless of these countries’ social needs in early 1960’s? Someone gave them permission! It resulted in the most complicated technical task ever attempted in the history of man. The Moon race was on.
The original NASA Apollo Moon Program-mission control center was intended for establishment in Southern California, in the Los Angeles metropolitan Area, near to where ninety-percent of the aerospace concept design space research was located.
Wanting as much of the funding as possible to be given to his home state of Texas - so that he could be the one to send the first man to the Moon - Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson hid under the table and allowed the Trilateral Commission and the Mafia to take out President John F. Kennedy. This eliminated all hopes in California to retain the country’s primary technical expertise and build the NASA Mission Control Center near LAX. Johnson, who actually knew little of President Kennedy’s plan to leave the planet, got his job, along with the most advanced space mission control center on the planet (which I designed in the Tank.) We also lost over one hundred of Southern California’s top technical people who were forced to move to that hot and humid swamp in Texas.
So, why was NASA created in 1956? Publicly, it was created to provide a non-military Government agency for space, and privately, to build a rocket ship to the Moon. Oh, yes, the “evil empire” was still trying to get there first, but we were going there as a peaceful, exploratory venture. Well, that’s not exactly the whole truth. Back in 1953, some unbelievable space studies came out of the Douglas Think Tank, stating that not only were top government heads aware of the alien involvement in human affairs, but that the old Soviet Union was aware of it too. With alien help, the Soviets were bent on getting to the Moon first, in order to establish missile bases there and threaten and control the entire planet.
So, let’s just take a very close look at what was really going on back then. First, NASA was not a civilian organization and it never has been. It’s a military operation controlled internally by the U.S. Navy. The Apollo Moon program was not just a civilian expedition or a university study of the rocks on the Moon.
Secretly in the Advanced Design Douglas Think Tank, I was selected to design a two-thousand man Naval base, both on and under the surface of the Moon. This would provide facilities for a major, military, lunar base, making it the largest planned technical effort ever attempted in the history of the planet. This lunar Naval and research center included the most advanced Naval and Marine space operations center ever conceived.
1 Cold War 1959
While I was in Advanced Design, devising different versions of intercontinental and medium-range rockets for the Air Force and the Navy (from whom we later won the contract for the A.F. WS-315A medium-range missile system), Douglas acquired access to several German V-2 Rockets. These were the wonder weapons of the day, notable for their sizable documentation packages. They were housed at the Army’s Redstone Arsenal and the White Sands Proving Ground in New Mexico, the same location where some Douglas Tank types had established reverse-engineering facilities.
Douglas had already acquired a handful of German scientists for Advanced Design, some of whom had previously worked on the enormous German rocket programs, including the gigantic A-10 Rocket. The Germans had built the rocket with the intention of launching it over the Atlantic Ocean and hitting New York City - had the United States not made Germany surrender in 1945. So, we gained access to a sizable log of documentation on the A-10, for the construction of long-range missiles.
At the same time, Naval Intelligence confirmed the production of equivalent long-range missiles by the Soviet Union. Far more threatening, however, was the fact that the Soviet Union was also engineering several large vehicles, utilizing technology from post German V-2, A-4 / A-10 programs and possibly telepathically, by extraterrestrial means. It appeared that they intended to blackmail the entire planet by launching these rockets to the Moon and taking it over as a launching site for missiles against the U.S. and other allied countries. President Kennedy had told our nation that we were “going to the Moon.” So, I wondered if NASA was just a cover up for a massive U.S. military effort to beat the Soviet Union to the Moon. (Later, I came to find out that NASA was not, and has never been, a civilian organization. Rather, it is a Naval organization set up for deep space penetration into our galaxy).
During this time, and unknown to ninety-nine percent of Douglas personnel, a major investigation was underway inside the DAC Engineering Department. It involved the possibility of an extraterrestrial presence, involving some of the top minds in Douglas Engineering. It was supported unofficially, and without Douglas’ knowledge as to who the secret research information was being collected for. Other aircraft corporations, such as Northrop, North American, Lockheed, and CalTech, were involved. The top official at North American Aviation, Dr. Walther Redial, contacted Dr. Klemperer at Douglas, who was heading up a special study in Advance Design at the time, and which I was supporting for Elmer Wheaton on the extraterrestrial issue.
We and others in our part of the Think Tank were totally unaware of the size of the Tank’s classified area, or that it was receiving support from the military and other companies. They were down the hall, beyond the offices we worked in, in an area that required a different access. Yet, some of us (Jim and I, at the very least) were given tasks by both Elmer Wheaton and Klemp that involved the conception of massive underground facilities. We had literally no architectural training or understanding of the geographic and structural issues, both of which limited how these facilities could be constructed. This frustrated us.
But, whenever I asked Klemp what these facilities were for, he would roll his eyes and say that he didn’t have that information. He would tell me, “Just provide for a population of thirty thousand, and calculate everything necessary for the facility of a research and development center. You know, Bill, like you were going to build a new automobile plant out in the farm fields of Wyoming.”
“Alright, Dr. Klemperer, but I thought we designed airplanes and rockets here. I’ll start like I usually do, conceive my requirements list first, then power, utilities, transportation and so on after that. Lighting will be a big problem. What about constructing the big hole that this facility will occupy?”
“As I understand it, that’s been taken care of.”
“Should I include the ability to expand the community on a modular basis?”
“Yes. That’s good thinking, Bill. I’m sure they’ll want that.”
The cold war pushed the NOVA vehicles out of the Tank into Engineering, even those that were highly classified and planned for use on the Moon and Mars. I had to start again, configuring tradeoff studies. I pulled my Naval reconnaissance-and-attack concept folders and came up with eleven versions for each mission.
2 DM-18 firing
AT THE CAPE (1955) DM-18 FIRING PROGRAM AT LAUNCH COMPLEX AD 17B
We had beaten von Braun’s German Redstone missile at Huntsville, Alabama. After winning the production contract on the Air Force’s Intermediate, 2,400-mile Range WS-315 Ballistic Missile Program, we knew that our Douglas DM-18 Thor Missile and mobile launch system had to be beyond the magnitude of anything Huntsville could come up with. So, as assistant group engineer on the DM-18 test systems, it was my job to manage the launch program conducted at the Air Force Test Center, Cape Canaveral, Florida, and provide the launch crews.
For three weeks, our DM-18 2347s had been on Launch Complex Pad 17 B, located near the center of ICBM Row. Our igloo-shaped blockhouse was 230 meters from the launch pad. It was 3.2 meters thick at the base and had twelve meters of sand on top. At 5:40 a.m., on a really humid, sticky July morning, Rick Burwell (my sub group engineer and head of our flight test programs), Stu Perkins (our equipment specialist), Dell Larson (our instrumentation expert), and I (the Launch Crew Conductor) headed out from the Douglas field office to the underground blockhouse.
At six feet tall, Rick looked severe in his blue polo shirt and Bahamas shorts. Dell, who was heavy around the waist, told him that he had cute legs.
“I know there’re no girls at Com-22 to check you out but you really have me,” he said.
“Bill, get him off my back.”
Our mission for the day was to change out more components in our test equipment instrumentation and to make another attempt at firing a DM-18 3457 missile straight down the test range.
“Remember the first German V-2 rocket the Krauts from Huntsville fired at the old White Sands test range, in demonstration for the Army?” Rick asked. “It went right over El Paso and crashed in that cemetery in Juarez, Mexico!”
We all had a good laugh. “Nearly re-started the Spanish-American war.”
“Well, it’s hot enough for 57 to fire itself this morning,” agreed Stu.
Dell, who was carrying a lot of gear across another shallow swamp, agreed. “Those swamp coolers back in the Douglas field office really work out at White Sands, but they aren’t worth a shit in this swamp. I was soaking wet before we left the office this morning.”
“Me too,” Stu agreed.
“Did you check out the Pile National cable connectors last night after the countdowns yesterday?” Rick asked Dell.
“Yeah,” Dell answered. “There’s no problem with these new power cables that the Pile National Company built based on our requirements. I know we’ve defected from the NASA contract again by not using the old World War II Army specification cables, but they leak like a sieve!”
“Was there still water in the concrete cable tunnels?” I asked.
“Yep, nine inches in some places.”
“This is a real test for our power system,” I added. “But hey, we’ve launched plenty of DM-18’s in this swamp at the cape before.”
Up front, Dell told us to go single-file down the long concrete stairs. “Stamp your feet, get as much sand off as you can,” he said.
“Holy cats, Dell, there are two inches of water on the stoop side of the threshold. And I wore my tennis shoes!” I exclaimed.
“Tomorrow, wear your boots, then.”
“Watch your step on the raised threshold,” said Rick. “It marks the first steel concussion door.”
“Do they have to make these damn tunnels so narrow?” Stu complained. “Look at all that slimy green stuff growing along the wall.”
“Oops, more spider webs again today,” said Dell. “I thought they were supposed to clear them out every morning.”
“It’s the cleaning lady’s day off, I guess,” I said.
“Those big striped spiders come right back as soon as the area is cleared of webs, anyway,” said Dell. “Wait until you get inside the blockhouse. I saw them yesterday, Bill, and the day before, and the day before that, and the…”
I cut him off, “Okay Dell, we get the point.”
“I know this is the way the Germans have been testing their rockets since before World War II, but this is ridiculous,” Stu complained. “This underground stuff was okay for the Germans’ missile complex at Peenemunde on the Baltic Sea, and their rocket development center in that cold Northern European region. But here in this swamp, it’s impossible.”
“Try not to rub your document cases against the walls,” I said. “That slime gets all over the floor inside the blockhouse.”
“Well, it’s so damn dark in this tunnel I might not be able to help it.”
“I don’t know if we can ever get one of these DM-18’s fired,” Rick said.
“Yeah, between the saturated team equipment in the open hangars for assembly and checkout, and this fucking cramped coffin of fungus,” said Dell.
“We have got to get a white room with A.C. for this sophisticated electronic hardware,” agreed Stu. “Either that or seal everything up.”
“Can’t do that either,” I said. “This hardware is still in development. The place has to be open to make our changes.”
“What is that damn smell?” asked Dell. “It never goes away. It’s awful.”
“Watch your step, Stu,” I cautioned, “you haven’t been down here before; the raised threshold in the steel concussion door into the blockhouse is a foot high.”
“Okay,” said Rick, “Open the door.”
“Oh shit, look at all the damn cobwebs again! They’re even hanging from the Navy’s submarine periscope,” said Dell.
“I would hate to be the sailor who swiped that periscope when his captain came aboard, only to find it gone,” said Rick. “I’ll bet the Air Force paid him ten-bucks for it.”
“Okay, guys, knock it off, let’s get 2347 launched sometime today,” I said.
“Stu is right, Bill,” said Dell. “It’s taken us fifty-times longer to get just one DM-18 to this point. And it’s not just because of our equipment, either. Most of our launch holds are caused by NASA’s poor facilities. We’ve had forty-times the normal launch holds than during any of our past sixteen years of launching at White Sands, and that’s in a desert. This could never work for a sophisticated NOVA Moon Program.”
“Holy cats,” Stu said. “Look at the launch control panels. Every switch is covered by a pool of water. Contamination.”
“That’s why we’ve got the big sack of rags,” I said.
“Aye, but I’ll have to ring the rags out before I even try to slop up the water on the switches.”
“Quit complaining, Stu,” said Rick. “If the new moisture repellent switches get through this environment and still work, the missile system will operate anywhere in the world.”
“Yes, but we are part of a test program. This has to be the worst location on the planet to develop any new system.”
“You got the lox pressure control unit replaced yet Stu?” I asked him.
“No. There’s no access space behind our cabinet. I can’t get under the backup power unit in the lower propulsion rack. Got to remove the umbilical junction unit, first.”
“He does his best work lying down, so he’s okay,” Dell joked.
“Yeow! The son of a bitch is climbing up my arm!” exclaimed Stu. “Oh, there are two of them…oh shit, there’s one under my sleeve, under my shirt…he’s on my back now!”
“What color are they?” asked Dell.
“Brown striped, I think.”
“Don’t worry then. Their poison is not as bad as the big orange ones. You’ll only be throwing up for the first week.”
“Roll over on your back,” Rick suggested.
“I am…oh, I think he bit me!”
“Call the medic,” said Dell. “We’ll have to cancel the launch.”
“Oh, shut up, Dell, you’re no help,” I said.
“Killed ‘em both,” said Stu, “But I really don’t like it down here in this smelly blockhouse.”
Just then, the phone rang.
“I’ll get it,” said Rick and picked it up. “It’s NASA again. They said to shut down, scrub the launch. The liquid lox feed pump failed. Back up pump is out for repair. They won’t be able to get a new one for four days.”
“Scrub the launch?” Stu asked. “Damn it, we didn’t even get started this time!”
“Well gentleman,” I said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to surprise my mother up in Beaufort, South Carolina. They have a nice home right on the island.”
Stu added, “Thumb a ride on one of those big white cruisers from Miami, heading north, back to New York. Just stand out on the NASA’s loading dock.”
“All you’ve got to do is pull your pants up,” agreed Rick. “You know, show a lot a leg. All those rich college girls will slam on the brakes of their daddies’ big white cruiser and collect you right off the dock.”
“No thanks, Rick. I’m taking the east coast train to Beaufort.”
When I took a taxi to my mom’s Civil War town, and knocked, however, no one answered the door. So, I worked my way around to the elegantly landscaped area leading out to her boat dock. Rick was right, I thought. I could have jumped off Daddy’s speedboat, instead, right onto Mom’s dock.
The train ride up the coast from Cape Canaveral to Beaufort, South Carolina was so relaxing. The clacking of the wheels was near singing; I nearly went to sleep. Lucky me, there was a taxi right at the station. I asked the driver, “Do you know Dr. Haines (my mom’s) place?”
“Sure thing,” he answered. “That’s out on the inland waterway near the country club. Ain’t no mansion though.”
The drive through this immaculate Civil War town, out to my stepdad’s and Mom’s home, was beautiful as usual. Their house isn’t a big white southern mansion. Mom likes modern. There it was, and the home next-door are one stories on four acre lots. The driver said, “I think they are the only futuristic homes in town.”
As we pulled around the gravel horseshoe drive up to the front steps, I thought: What a beautiful day in the South, very low humidity and only 78 degrees. It is a perfect day to surprise my mother. No one answered my knocking so I worked my way around to the elegantly landscaped area that leads out to their boat dock.
A soft voice said, “They’re not home, went back to Mt. Lebanon last week.”
“I am…”
She cut me off. “Billy, I have seen your pictures in their living room.”
This was coming from next door, behind some shrubs separating the homes.
”You have a lovely voice, can’t see you.”
The shrubs parted, revealing this golden-haired, nude vision.
“There is a side gate between those red flowers back there; just a minute, though.”
Finding the back gate I proceeded, gradually arriving at a sparkling pool and covered patio. Extending her hand, she said, “I’m Dee.” This gorgeous creature, with long blond hair was dressed in heels and a short silk slip with matching string on it. She extended her other hand.
Still holding one hand she led us over to matching lounge chairs.
“No, over on this one, together,” she said.
When we sat down her poorly tied top opened, completely exposing her fabulous 34Bs. She wasn’t totally nude though; she had a little blue string down there.
“Oh,” I said.
Dee interrupted me: “Soften down, Billy, you already saw most of me, just relax, I am not going to hurt you.”
“Okay, now I’m here, who are you?”
“I am house-sitting for your mother’s neighbor here.”
“Come off it; what constellation are you really from?”
”I’ll never tell”’
“Wait a minute, I know who you are. You are not Dee; You are Mammy Lee Phillips from Gardena Junction, Hollywood!”
She said: “My first memory down here was in Santa Monica, California. Kindergarten, rest period; all us kids were laying on the schoolroom floor. I caught you, Billy, looking up our teacher’s dress. Then you looked at me and smiled.”
“That was my first memory, too.”
“You do remember, Billy? That cute light-haired girl eating that scrumptious ice cream on the Aircraft Carrier U.S.S. Saratoga anchored in Long Beach Harbor?”
“Yes.”
“Remember the little blond you liked to tease at that private school on Sunset Boulevard, in Hollywood? The slim girl in the glee club with matching sweaters in Long Beach? And the only girl in class that sat next to you in drafting at Bancroft Junior High School.”
At that point I couldn’t stop wondering if she knew I thought we should do it. I sensed that she is thinking that we will be in just minutes.
“And Mr. Black’s English class in Hollywood High School. I love the way you looked at me,” she said.
“What are you telling me? Have you been with me since we…”
She stopped me “Born.”
“Remember, we kissed for over an hour one time and I held you so tight in the darkroom of the North Island, Naval Air Station base classified photo department. Billy, you got to remember that time; we were waiting while I developed Admiral Rick Obatta‘s secret intelligent photos of the German attempts to build a flying saucer.”
I thought: does she know how much I want to screw her?
Telepathically, Dee said, “Yes Billy, I can’t wait any longer either for our first time. And no, I never let Sorenson put it in me, never!”
“Hold on, you’re playing with my head.”
“Just a little. Well, Billy, I know all about what you are trying to accomplish and you have done very well considering all the pressure you have been under for such a long time. It’s way past time for your first rewards.”
“What kind of reward?”
“Soften down Billy, I’m your reward. What we are going to do, nobody will ever know about it.”
“No you don’t, I’m married.”
“Doesn’t count out there,” Dee said.
“Out where?”
Reaching over me, licking my cheek, and looking straight into my eyes she went on, “We will climax many times together and you will love every month of it.”
“Every month? I’ve got to get back to the Cape in four days.”
“Not to worry, I’ve made arrangements; you are on a three month vacation.”
“Different time thing, out there?”
I suddenly had strange memories of flying out into the Universe with her.
Stepping out of her star blue string and pulling my clothes off, she said, “Oh Billy, you’re beautiful down there.”
I want to believe this.
Slowly she got up, allowing me an out of this world view of all of her hall of miracles, pulling me with both hands and walking backwards into the house.
“Wow, this is some futuristic pad.”
For a second my mind cleared; mom’s home is art deco but this place is out of this galaxy.
“This is their big, all-glass waterfall and crystal clear, inside pools. Its 82-plus and you’ll love it,” she said. A quick jump into the pool, a hug and a couple kisses. “No time for heavy stuff now. Here, dry me off while I dry you.”
“And this, Billy boy, is just the start our first honeymoon,” she added.
I enjoyed the view of her fabulous Nordic body.
“It’s enough we will eat on the way. You got the Nordic Navy’s Commander’s tailored uniform and I got my lieutenant’s with the high color and red boots, remember? The bus leaves in two; let’s get it started.”
“Get what bus started?”
“I got it out on the grass by the side of the house; my wheels, like you guys call them.”
Out the side door we went.
“There’s no sports car out here,” I said.
“Do you like it?”
“Like what?”
“Oops, I forgot to turn the stealthy thing back off.”
“Wow; what is this?”
“I pulled strings and got it assigned to me for the whole year.”
“Looks like a Lamborghini motor coach without wheels. What’s holding it up?”
“It’s just floating on standby power.”
“I love the big round bed in the back of this one.” “
Come on Billy, hop in we can play on the way.”
The invisible entry door opened and we both hopped into the forward control seats.
Dee said, “It’s got one heck of a range; doesn’t burn dinosaurs either. It’s anti gravitational.”
She clicked the starter on the control handle and we lifted up slowly, headed out and up, accelerating out into the orbit exit zone.
This one is really hot, with both her arms streaking towards the bubble canopy. “Look no hands.”
“Hey, hang on to the controls.”
“Not to worry Billy. I got it programmed; runs by itself through open space from our southeast galactic arm, onward to the fringes of the Andromeda Galaxy, and out to an old buddy of yours in quadrant 5741.”
“Where is that? How fast are we going?”
“Oh, now only about thirty lights, but I have gotten it to ninety-five. L’s easy, want to see?”
“No.”
“Can’t now, speed limits in this sector.”
“Got to slow down when we get into Admiral Lexington’s Command region anyway. I am not under his command but my boss, Captain Klingender, is a buddy of his in marketing. It runs by itself out through the open space from our South East Galactic arm into the fringes of the Andromeda. First, we are going to make a pit stop on board one of our Nordic flagships. An old shipmate of yours, Captain Norton, he’ll give us a quick tour of the bridge and well deck, with all the drop landing craft. When we get to the island, Billy boy, you are going to love what I am going to do with you; you will never forget. You have never been loved like this before. We are going to have so much fun and make love in a place like you never dreamed of.”
Heading down into orbit of another Blue Island Planet.
“You’re going to love it here Billy. The whole Planet is like a Las Vegas playground.”
Was this a mind trip, I thought?
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Back to reality if it was.
10:07 a.m., I pressed the big red fire button after our last hold and proceeded with launch. We were all calling 8,7,6,5,4,3,2, LAUNCH, 2705 LIFTOFF, the SOB is right on.
Over the intercom...
“Tracking cameras locked on.”
“Program over.”
“Twenty seconds at forty-five degrees,”
“Locked on target.”
“Theodolite tracking, right on.”
“Downrange tracking, right on.”
“The SOB is perfect on course, it’s perfect.”
“Bahamas, down range cameras pick up.”
“Splashdown on target.”
“Well, congratulations, gentlemen; that’s one DM-18 in seven weeks. But if we ever get that NOVA ship going we will use my Advanced Design remote launch center concept, with every operation inside in an environmentally controlled assembly, checkout and launch center.”
“You called it, Bill.”
3 Who is controlling us?
Over time, both in and out of the Advanced Design Think Tank, I got the reputation as the principal thinker addressing the black hat alien threats and conceiving programs to counter them. Somehow, other white hat aliens dropped concepts in between my ears that always worked. It was like I had some of their technology that was thousands of years more advanced than ours here on planet Earth. But who really controls us?
Years later we finally got to see how clear the picture was of the Top secret RAND contract Think Tank. It appears that it was created to define the complexity of the immediate problems related to the extraterrestrials’ military threats to planet Earth.
The RAND Think Tank family, that we were somehow related to, utilized the highest level of technical expertise in every known field in the country, including Albert. It defined the rapid, if uneven, advances necessary in the various technical fields throughout the U.S. to meet the alien threats.
It appeared that even though the alleged MJ-12 was created after our Think Tank, they were calling for support from the Tank, which was balancing and cross fertilizing the effort and acquiring help from laboratories of industry and seminars at universities.
(1) The creation of potential designs of man-made satellites to provide information on alien military ships in orbit around our planet’s communications operation program, because the aliens were operating in orbit planet-wide.
(2) Develop a method to compute and document the alien presence with our satellites and Alaska sensors, and convert this information into understandable presentations. This task resulted in one of the first computers being conceived inside the Tank, at the Douglas Aircraft Company in Santa Monica California. The first units on the planet were built from this study at CALTEC in Pasadena.
(3) The completely redesigned transmitting/receiving antenna station in Alaska resulted in the anti-UFO weapon that included mind control (now HAARP). This was a weapon to end all wars. High frequency active aurora research was developed for the ionosphere enhancement technology providing communications at Mt. Sanford, Alaska.
(4) Creating NORAD, North American Air Defense Agreement 1957. The Alien Data Disseminating Defense Information Center had to be located underground stateside (now the North American Aerospace Defense Command, (C 2 I), Colorado Springs, Colorado).
(5) Command and Control Station to be located underground state-side (that I designed), now the Air Forces SAC Command Post and the most significant Command and Control Center, (C 2 I) on the planet at Omaha, Nebraska.
(6) Receiving antenna communication stations, with back-up missile launch operations to be installed on board Naval platforms long range, anti-alien capital ships (now the AEGIS (C 4 I) Missile Defense System on board Cruisers and Destroyers deployed worldwide).
(7) Anti-alien vehicle defense bases to be located stateside and underground. The Douglas Army NIKE ZEUS anti-missile, missile defense program was deployed in underground defense systems at Boston, Massachusetts.
(8) Medium range ballistic missile program, now Douglas Air Force WS-315 Intermediate Range Ballistic Missile System, (IRBM) deployed in Europe.
(9) The long range missile detection program. Now, the Minuteman Intercontinental ballistic missile system, (IRBM) deployed underground in U.S. Western States.
(10) Submarine, anti-alien submerged launch missile vehicle system. Now Navy Star Wars laser system deployed planet-wide.
(11) Star Wars laser weapon systems. U.S. military vehicle ship light ray systems deployed aboard 747 patrol aircraft worldwide.
(12) Research and development of every possible weapon system for defense against alien attack. (Now Star Wars anti-missile, missile computer-controlled radar plan).
(13) Research and Development of every possible weapon system for offense against aggressor alien civilizations.
(14) Developed a significant understanding of other hostile, dimensional and extraterrestrial civilizations.
(15) Developed an appropriate evolution of extraterrestrial reality, totally different from our own. Conceive an alternative reality so unlike ours that they may even be from a different dimension. 127s
Trying to work with an old Army mule-counting documentation approach, in order to record all so-called ‘Incoming bogies’ (UFOs) or possible aircraft entering the U.S. continental air space, was a very difficult effort. We were tasked with the responsibility of conceiving the large receiving radar station and the large in-orbit satellites. This station would employ dish antennas and would be located on the tip of the Alaskan Aleutian Peninsula. It would protect the U.S. from both alien UFOs and the possibility of Soviet-built supersonic Backfire bombers. The radar antenna system, after identifying, could allow our new F-80 jet fighters, as well as in-orbit satellites and anti-missile missiles, the time to intercept the bombers or alien craft before they could reach our larger cites. This is the beginning of HAARP.
Immediately, two major tasks were added to the Navy and Air Force’s inventory. One was to create a systematic way to identify the Russian bogies and those things coming into our orbit. We would need to figure out how to plot their intended targets or missions. The other was to build a defense center where scientists and engineers, together with trained military personal, could define friend or foe. Slide rules and calculators won’t cut it; we must design some equipment that will compute the data that to identify and record the bogies and decide whether or not to launch our missiles at the incoming UFOs or bombers.
In the Tank I designed what would later become the Air Force’s Strategic Air Command (SAC) Command Post, an underground complex with the primary building, a twelve-story steel box structure containing a step down theater Command and Control Center, completely isolated. The building was supported on steel springs and encompassed a twenty-foot-thick, concrete, nuclear, hard-site dome, located in the central United States.
4 NASA’s problems at the Cape
NASA was manned primarily by the German V-2 missile people, who were excellent in designing rockets. But, like most people in aircraft, they were limited in required electronic systems for complicated missile controls and spacecraft. In an in-house review of NASA problems, my section listed the tasks that would affect our reliability of the six–engine S-IV stage and the future Saturn 5, S-IVB Stage. We needed additional justifications to convince NASA to back off their insane R & D. Cliff had called our staff in for background information on the cape problems.
Cliff and I had worked together during the early days before microchips. I said, “Do you remember when we were working on the NIKE ZEUS anti-missile, missile program? We had started our electrical designs with block diagrams for checkout and launch systems. In the old days, we first used vacuum tubes and electrical wiring to power and control of the equipment.”
“Yes, Bill.”
I went on, “An enormous amount of space was needed back then to house all of our manual electrical equipment. We could now put an entire Apollo S-IVB stage checkout and launch control system in a microchip that would have required sixty standard military radio racks 2 x 2 foot and 6-feet-tall file cabinets filled with these vacuum tubes.”
“That’s right, agent Bill Major pitfalls to the tube method were the high temperatures, requiring air conditioning. Vibration would cause the entire system to short out.”
“That’s right,” Cliff added. “They also necessitated fans, air scoops, and ducting to cool the high temperature in the vacuum tubes; otherwise they would overheat and cause a fire. We used these vacuum tubes in Navy fighters’ radio racks all the way through World War II. The vibrations of jets, missiles and space probes would also cause the wires to short out.”
Cliff went on, “Our reverse engineering of the alien craft systems developed into our discovery of the microchip. It revolutionized our entire industry. After extensive studies we developed a family of electronic computer controlled equipment to be used in advanced aircraft, missile, space vehicle, checkout, and launch systems. Our airborne and ground support equipment system employed my modular packing concept to accept change. We later used exactly the same printed circuit cards, containing the micro-miniaturized microchip packing concept in the vehicle as in the GSE. This concept has become the standard for our system integration, manufacturing, system test, final system checkout, launch, and even during missions in lunar orbit.”
I added, “From 1957 to 1962 there was an electronic technical explosion unlike anything on this planet. Those five years were instrumental in reverse engineering several different alien civilizations’ spacecraft and their electronic systems. At that time we were still using radio type vacuum tubes in our aircraft and slide rules to calculate manually the checkout and launch of our missiles and early space probes.”
Cliff added, “Texas Instruments didn’t get their early calculator until the middle 1960s. Reviewing other micro-miniaturized elements, we had broken down their major systems, subsystems requirements from program and data counters, interrupt logic, interrupt control, power, status timer, ROM, imports and exports (60 flat pin micro-chip connectors). We created an entire engine control system on one 173 x 208 mil single chip. It allowed hundreds of thousands of chips to be laminated on to a single 4x6 printed circuit board. Gigahertz and the single-chip microcomputer were born.”
I added, “One Douglas guy in his west L.A. garage had chemically duplicated their liquid epoxy, which was used to sandwich their micro-thin, sheet-brass, flat-screen single-chip device. After extensive studies we developed a family of electronic control equipment to be used in missile and space vehicle checkout and launch systems.”
“Yes, gentleman – let’s add the above to our unsolicited proposal back to NASA to change everything"
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