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discovers the more religion begins to unravel. One
thing is certain, if we are to start building rocket ships to the moon and
beyond then mankind will have to grow up, we can’t take our politics or religion
into space.’
‘You sound very much
like the main character from The Day the Earth Stood still.’ Frederick joked.
‘I took Liz to see it last week.’
‘To a more advanced
civilisation we would seem like a barbaric people. At our current level of
development we are not ready to meet another race not by a long shot.’
‘And what about the
future, will we mature as a species?’
‘I believe the human
race has great potential, don’t forget it’s only the few in power that make our
world a mess. Most people would just prefer to go about their lives and live
normally. We are on the threshold of something huge Ralph, but it will still
take time for all of humanity to accept that we are not the only intelligent
species. Sudden disclosure could be the end of us all.’
‘Suppose one day we
do discover that we are not the only intelligent life in our universe and we do
make contact with another race, what could we possibly offer them?’
‘The possibilities of
such an event are overwhelming, as for what we could give them.’ Wilks
shrugged, smiling. ‘Bangers and mash.’
Frederick burst into
laughter. ‘I’ll get Liz to make the gravy she makes the best gravy ever.’
‘The Human race is
rich in knowledge and history, we might not be advanced as they are, but we
have much to offer that will be of value to a more intelligent race.’
Frederick thought
about his friend’s words as they walked back towards his car. Professor Wilks
had a habit of bringing the most mundane or complicated subjects down to a
level most people would understand. He looked at his watch. ‘I’m afraid my time
is up I better head back to Cambridge.’
Wilks nodded and
shook Frederick’s hand. ‘Say hello to Elizabeth and Susan for me.’
Chapter 11
Encounter at Church
Fenton
RAF Yeadon – South
Yorkshire – 7:27am
Wednesday 14 th August 1952
‘Professor, I never
thought we’d be meeting up so soon.’ Group captain Fletcher shook Frederick’s
hand and picked up his suitcase.
Frederick yawned.
‘Thank you Mr Fletcher neither did I.’
‘Bit too early for
you is it.’ Fletcher laughed.
Frederick did not
share his enthusiasm and he did not appreciate being dragged out of bed at two
thirty in the morning either. The phone had rung several times before Elizabeth
pushed him out of bed to answer it. Morris Stanford had apologised for calling
that time of night, but a matter concerning a number of radar and visual
sightings were being reported at RAF Church Fenton in South Yorkshire on two
consecutive nights. Stanford explained should any more sightings occur then a
man on the ground would be invaluable.
The car sped out of
the base and headed for open countryside. Fletcher briefed Frederick as they
headed towards Church Fenton. ‘The objects were first picked up two nights ago,
around midnight. Radar spotted nine contacts coming in from the North Sea over
Hull. I have spoken to a number of control tower personnel who all stuck to the
same story. The objects were travelling at alternate speeds. Between five
hundred miles an hour to around seventeen hundred miles an hour.’
‘Bloody hell that’s
fast!’ Frederick Stated.
‘There’s no way the
Russians have developed anything that fast, so we’ve ruled them out of the
equation. Quite frankly there are a lot of folks up here baffled by it all, if
not a little bit scared. I phoned on ahead, the base Commanding Officer is Wing
Commander David Fitzpatrick. He is expecting us and his staff have been
informed that a man from the Air Ministry will be visiting to talk to them.’
Frederick yawned
again and nodded at the same time. ‘Good but in the mean time Mr Fletcher I
would like to catch up on my sleep.’
Fletcher smiled.
‘There’s a bunk
thing is certain, if we are to start building rocket ships to the moon and
beyond then mankind will have to grow up, we can’t take our politics or religion
into space.’
‘You sound very much
like the main character from The Day the Earth Stood still.’ Frederick joked.
‘I took Liz to see it last week.’
‘To a more advanced
civilisation we would seem like a barbaric people. At our current level of
development we are not ready to meet another race not by a long shot.’
‘And what about the
future, will we mature as a species?’
‘I believe the human
race has great potential, don’t forget it’s only the few in power that make our
world a mess. Most people would just prefer to go about their lives and live
normally. We are on the threshold of something huge Ralph, but it will still
take time for all of humanity to accept that we are not the only intelligent
species. Sudden disclosure could be the end of us all.’
‘Suppose one day we
do discover that we are not the only intelligent life in our universe and we do
make contact with another race, what could we possibly offer them?’
‘The possibilities of
such an event are overwhelming, as for what we could give them.’ Wilks
shrugged, smiling. ‘Bangers and mash.’
Frederick burst into
laughter. ‘I’ll get Liz to make the gravy she makes the best gravy ever.’
‘The Human race is
rich in knowledge and history, we might not be advanced as they are, but we
have much to offer that will be of value to a more intelligent race.’
Frederick thought
about his friend’s words as they walked back towards his car. Professor Wilks
had a habit of bringing the most mundane or complicated subjects down to a
level most people would understand. He looked at his watch. ‘I’m afraid my time
is up I better head back to Cambridge.’
Wilks nodded and
shook Frederick’s hand. ‘Say hello to Elizabeth and Susan for me.’
Chapter 11
Encounter at Church
Fenton
RAF Yeadon – South
Yorkshire – 7:27am
Wednesday 14 th August 1952
‘Professor, I never
thought we’d be meeting up so soon.’ Group captain Fletcher shook Frederick’s
hand and picked up his suitcase.
Frederick yawned.
‘Thank you Mr Fletcher neither did I.’
‘Bit too early for
you is it.’ Fletcher laughed.
Frederick did not
share his enthusiasm and he did not appreciate being dragged out of bed at two
thirty in the morning either. The phone had rung several times before Elizabeth
pushed him out of bed to answer it. Morris Stanford had apologised for calling
that time of night, but a matter concerning a number of radar and visual
sightings were being reported at RAF Church Fenton in South Yorkshire on two
consecutive nights. Stanford explained should any more sightings occur then a
man on the ground would be invaluable.
The car sped out of
the base and headed for open countryside. Fletcher briefed Frederick as they
headed towards Church Fenton. ‘The objects were first picked up two nights ago,
around midnight. Radar spotted nine contacts coming in from the North Sea over
Hull. I have spoken to a number of control tower personnel who all stuck to the
same story. The objects were travelling at alternate speeds. Between five
hundred miles an hour to around seventeen hundred miles an hour.’
‘Bloody hell that’s
fast!’ Frederick Stated.
‘There’s no way the
Russians have developed anything that fast, so we’ve ruled them out of the
equation. Quite frankly there are a lot of folks up here baffled by it all, if
not a little bit scared. I phoned on ahead, the base Commanding Officer is Wing
Commander David Fitzpatrick. He is expecting us and his staff have been
informed that a man from the Air Ministry will be visiting to talk to them.’
Frederick yawned
again and nodded at the same time. ‘Good but in the mean time Mr Fletcher I
would like to catch up on my sleep.’
Fletcher smiled.
‘There’s a bunk
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