Summer, 1967, Great Falls, Montana -- I was in the Air Force. A few of us were lounging in the barracks when we received a call from one of the "scope dopes", (radar technicians,) in the blockhouse that they had been seeing strange things on the screens. The radar was picking up what registered as unknown aircraft that sometimes traveled at speeds of 300 mph. The aircrafts, and there were at least three, as I recall, were said to make 90 degree turns from time to time at speed. Some of them had dropped below the radar. The scope dope asked if we could take a look outside to see if we could locate anything in the western sky.

We did as requested, five or six of us, but didn't spot anything moving. Then we fixed our gazes on a seemingly stationary, white light that appeared to hover just above the horizon. We stared at this light for quite awhile. If it moved at all, it was all but imperceptibly. I remember one of the guys turning to me and asking me if I thought it was a UFO. I asked him if he knew what it was. He said, "No." I said I didn't know what it was either. "Therefore," I said, "it is a UFO!"