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Tombstone Part one

Many of my duties, being attached to the Oxymoron Unit of the United States Air Force, was to evaluate certain information received from the Inspectors General Office. One of these dealt with a complaint that U.S. Military Personnel were being subjected to cruel and unusual treatments and assignments. Hat they were being physically and mentally altered. Since this complaint was submitted by a physician our commanding officer gave me the task of evaluating this complaint.

Three weeks before Christmas 1971, I was driving to a classified air base in the Arizona desert. My pregnant wife was left with her mother, and I hope that I could be done with this assignment and back home with her for our first Christmas together. It took several hours of driving on remote back roads before I came to the entry gate for area 22, code named Tombstone Research Facility. Approaching this singular gate with a speaker mounted on metal pole, the thoughts of a drive in movie crossed my mind.

I noticed a small red button near the base of this speaker. Upon rolling down the window of my car window an announcement came out from the speaker, State your name, rank, serial number, and purpose for being here. I was assigned there , undercover, as a sergeant that was trained in electronics. Within a few seconds a jeep with four heavy armed security police arrived at the gate. One pointed his weapon directly at my car while another opened the gate and the third walked around the car , looking in, with his weapon lowered and safety off. I looked at the Airman and asked if there was something wrong? I was informed to keep my mouth shut and to follow the jeep.

If it was not for the tail lights of the jeep I would of driven off the road, due to the amount of dust tossed into the air. As we rounded what looked like one giant sand mound I found myself traveling downward in a tunnel. I glanced at my odometer and 3 miles later we leveled off. I was informed to park my car and grab my gear. I pulled it into a secured area, and pulled out my duffel bag and tool equipment case. I was escorted by three security police to a small room in which I and my duffel bag were searched. Upon leaving the room I was handed a sidearm and was told to strap it on and to use it, as so ordered. We then walked to a heavy metal doors that slid open and I entered alone.

It was an elevator. As the door closed I timed the decent. It took two minuets to reach our destination. Either this was a really slow elevator or I was several hundred feet underground. As the doors open I was greeted by six armed security personnel. The ceiling was a good forty feet high. I was briefed that what I was about to see did not exists, and I was never here. All information and activities of this facility are classified as top secret and that my assignment there is for a five year period, or more depending upon my specific job.. I will be assigned a room and there is no leave authorized while stationed at this installation. If I had any questions or problems, the chaplin would be available on Sundays from 0700 to 1000 hours. If I keep my mouth shut, do my job, and don’t ask questions my tour of duty here will be a comfortable one.

As we rode on this six person electric golf cart I began to look around. The technical sergeant noticed my curiosity and commented. The less you see, the better off you are. I glanced to him and nodded while stating, understood Sergeant. The ride took about five minuets and we arrived at a long metallic room. I got out with the Sergeant and we entered. This was my new home. It was more like a sterile jail without bars. Small rooms that were divided by half walls with television cameras mounted on the ceiling. I was lead to a cubical that had four bunk beds., four metal lockers, and two metal desks with a chair each. The sergeant told me that I had ten minuets to get my gear stowed and he would be back to take me to my work section.

I opened an empty locker and loaded my uniforms into it. On the bottom of the locker were a pair of sheets, a pillow case, a pillow, and one blanket. Pulling them out, a small piece of paper fell out of the blanket. I picked up the paper and shoved it into my pants pocket without reading it. I quickly made my bunk, turned, and locked my locker. I walked over to one of the desks and noticed that the desk light had an unusual fixture attached to its top. It was a standard military bug.

As I turned around the Sergeant was standing directly behind me. His presence surprised me, and my first reaction was to deck him, but I reached into my pocket and retrieved the note. I handed it to the sergeant while stating, “ Sergeant this fell out of the blanket in that locker, I did not read t, and I thought you might want this. “ The Sergeant smiled, took the note, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, and indicated for me to follow him.

Within a few moments I was delivered to the Squadron Commanders office door. A sharp rap on the door and the reply of enter, was followed by the two of us entering the room. Colonel Mitchell was siting behind his large oak desk as we walked to the front of and the sergeant reported in. “ Sir, I think the special person you were looking for has arrived. “ Mitchell looked up from his reports and dismissed the sergeant. As the door closed behind him, the Colonel indicated for me to be quiet, and then reached into his desk, and pulled out a note book. While doing this he talked to me, while writing.

So sergeant, you are a qualified electromagnetic and electronics specialist. I glanced down at the note he wrote, Are you from the Office of Special Investigation? ( OSI )
I looked up at him, Yes sir, but I have just received my certification in the new computer systems and the new concept of Integrated Circuit Chip. He smiled as he wrote and commented, “ We have lots of work to do here sergeant and I hope that you are everything they said you were. Is your bed and accommodations up to your expectations, and do you need anything? “ I glanced back down on the pad, Only safe place to talk is the pool area, be there at 1600 hours. I looked up from the pad, “ Well sir, I have not been feeling well and I wondered if I can make sick call. “ The Colonel scratched a quick note, while talking, “ Tell the sergeant outside and he will take you to the medical facility, Dismissed. ” I snapped to attention and gave a salute, then turned. At the same time I glanced down at the note. The doctor was seriously injured this morning.

As we drove the Sergeant pointed at a round knob on the dash board. However, closer examination showed it to be a bug. He pointed out the pool and gymnasium along with the Non Commissioned Officers Club. As we passed another secured area where armed civilian dressed personnel guarded the access, he mentioned that it was the research area. Pulling in front of the medical facility the sergeant mentioned that I should see Dr. Richards for my illness. As I entered into the hospital, the guards at the door asked for my sidearm. They gave me a plastic encoded card receipt and I went to the sick bay. I asked to see Dr. Richards.

Dr Richards turned out to be a female physician that specialized in internal organs. I mentioned to her that the Sergeant suggested that I talk to her. She told me to lay down, and as she did the examination she was using her pen to write a message on both of my legs. After the examination she gave me a prescription for antacids and to report to her if the symptoms persist. I started to read a part of the message but she tapped my leg and shook her finger. You really need to get that prescription filled, and a hot shower, and a relaxing swim would do me wonders.

That afternoon I was introduced to my supervisor. Chief Master Sergeant Post. He glanced at my records, and then handed them to a civilian sitting next to him. He stated, This is Mr. Powel, he works in the research section and you might be called to work there from time to time. Powel glanced over my records, and his eyebrow rose as he talked out loud, “ I see you have a Presidential Security Clearance. Why would a Buck Sergeant have that high of a clearance? “ I looked at Post then to him, “ I worked on Crypto equipment and you have to have that clearance. “ Powel nodded his head to that explanation and continued with his questioning. “ I see that you understand bipolar adaptations of electron flows. “ I looked at him and replied, “ If you are asking if I understand which end of a magnetic points North, yes I do, and if you want to know which way electrons flow, it depends upon which continent you live in. In North America it flows from positive to negative, In Europe the flow goes from negative to positive.”

A slight snicker from Post caused Powel to look up from my records, and ask me this question, “ On an integrated Circuit, what effects will an electromagnetic field have on its function? “ I glanced around the room at everyone looking at me, then replied “ it depends if the chip is shielded or not, and the etching of the silicon layers. Normally an electromagnetic field will disrupt any electron flows, However, if the chips design is to manipulate, redirect, or amplify any electrical field it will be intensified in its operation, and if you have anymore questions that might deal with classified information, I suggest that we do this questioning in a more secured area. “ Powel leaned back in his chair then got up, and walked out the door. Post looked over at me and commented, “ Well done Sergeant, I have been wanting to put that ass in his place for months. “

The rest of the day was the usual introduction of personnel and a tour of the facility. I returned back to the room and grabbed my towel and headed to the showers, As I read the written information, on my legs, it was washed down the drain with the antacids.

I was informed that many of the military personnel that worked in the research section was showing signs of radiation poisoning and sterility. Female personnel were losing their hair prematurely, and changes in their DNA make up and blood work was showing high amounts of White blood cells. As the last bit of information went down the drain I dried off then grabbed my trunks and towel. I left the building and walked over to the pool area. I thought it was funny that I had my sidearm strapped around my swimming trunks. Entering the pool area, I checked in my weapon and walked to the pool.

After several laps I noticed the Squadron commander entering the pool area followed by doctor Richards. I moved towards her then noticed that two men were definitely keeping an eye on her. As I approached I yelled out, “ Hey Doc., Those pills you gave me are really working, and the suggestion for the swim has made a big difference. “ She looked at me and nodded. I then swam over to her and asked if she would be interested in a quick race.”: I indicated that the two escorts were watching she told me that it was against military policy for officers and enlisted personnel to fraternize. I nodded my head then commented that I did not want a date, just looking for a little competition. Before she could respond they walked over to her, and told me to get lost. They escorted her out of the pool area.

The squadron commander yelled for me to come over to him. I swam over, got out of the water, and saluted. He started shaking his fist as we talked. He told me that the squadron was loosing personnel at an alarming rate, and there was nothing he could do. The entire installation was under a government agency called Research and Development and all communications in the facility, going out of the facility, and coming into it was scrutinized by them. Any wrong act or comment would cause that person to disappear for awhile then later on they reappear, sick or injured. Doctor was able to sneak out the letter to the Inspector General with a special medicine order. After saluting and speaking loud enough that those close enough could hear, “ No Sir it will never happen again, Sir. “

It was evident that something was not right in Denmark, or this facility. Two days after my arrival Powel came to me and told me that they needed me to work over in the research department. Post objected, but a quick stare from Powel, made the objection null and void. At last I was going to go into the research section, and possibly discover the reason for these concerns. However, it was most evident that whoever Research and Development Agency was, they carried a powerful clout, and so far I had no grounds, or proof for any actions.

After passing the front gates they took my side arms and told me that in this side of the facility I would not be authorized to wear them. Entering a large room it was filled with several large power transformers, and several round looking machines. I was meet by a Doctor Bloom who asked if I knew how to repair a specific type of magnetic field generator. I told him that was simple. As we walked through a maze of electronic equipment, computers, and odd shaped devices I began to formulize what was going on.

This facility was dealing with pure electromagnetic fields generation. It took only a minuet to repair the broken equipment and Bloom was surprised on how fast I did it. My question as to the effect that the study of electromagnetic fields effects and generation caused Bloom to stop in his tracks. He turned to me and asked who told me what they were doing? I explained that I deduced this from the equipment and test devices that I looked at. I was no rocket scientist, but it was really evident of what was going on.

Bloom continued to walk, you are very observant sergeant, and are you interested in electromagnetic fields. I glanced around and noticed that Doctor Richards limp body was being put into one of the round structures. I looked back at Bloom who’s attention was more involved with another piece of equipment. It was a 18 foot diameter cylinder shaped object, sitting in a closed area guarded by several civilian guards.

I decided to try my luck and se what response I could get out of him. “ I experimented at school, with a small device that would generate a pure electromagnetic field, only it did something that scared the hell out of me. “ Bloom glanced over at the Round cylinder with Richard’s body in it being closed and commented, “ What did it do, that scared you? “ I glanced over and casually stated, “ The damn thing went through three ceilings out the roof and vanished. “ I then added, “ Wasn’t that Dr. Richards in there? “

Bloom ran over to the area with Richards. I glanced back into the caged area, and looked at the large cylinder shaped object. The side of it seemed to be Scorched by either something hitting it, or by a blow torch.

As I moved towards the area, I watched Bloom talking to the men, and occasionally pointing towards me. After a few heated seconds the taller of the men climbed back up a small ladder and opened the door he just closed and locked..

As Bloom hustled back towards me, I could see a small opening on the side of the cylinder

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