This happened back in 1971 in 29 Palms California. This is the story that was never released, all who know the truth under threat of imprisonment. I owe it to my friend's family, they need to know what happened to him.
Back them 29 Palms was not the large Marine Corps base it is now. It was pretty much a few...
Best answer: This happened back in 1971 in 29 Palms California. This is the story that was never released, all who know the truth under threat of imprisonment. I owe it to my friend's family, they need to know what happened to him.
Back them 29 Palms was not the large Marine Corps base it is now. It was pretty much a few buildings an Artillery range and little else. This is somewhat true and can be backed up with historical records.
Many of us suffered from unexplained bleeding, my pillow every morming would be saturated with blood. Many of us had unexplained blood flow from noses and ears. We heard the blood flow was caused by radiation from recent UFO sightings. The Corpsmen said the high desert with its dry air was the problem, and I hoped that was true, then I heard about, the Yucca Man.
We heard at first a few stories of strange sounds from the darkness at night. One night a guard at the rifle range was brought back with a concussion. He swore a hairy giant had come out of the shadows and attacked him. Being young and skeptical, we scoffed at the story. Why had he not fired his weapon after all?
The next night, guess who was on duty at the rifle range? It was me and my buddy L/Cpl Hernandez.
At first, Hernandez and I, both spooked by the night before, joked about our being alone on the moonless High Desert. Joshua trees are surreal in darkness and it gets very cold
We laughed about spooks and spacemen, trying to not act nervous. Suddenly came an eerie swishing sound, hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Then a siren-like call from the darkness. I chambered a round, and told Julio to do the same. Hernandez for some reason stopped talking to me, his eyes became blank and he stumbled off into the darkness.
Unwilling to leave my post, I fixed a bayonet on my M14 and called out to my friend. Hearing a growl from the darkness, I put a round in the pipe and called out again. Still nothing, I reached for the radio and got only static.
If you've ever been alone on the desert at night you know what I mean, I remained there in complete silence, awaiting some sign of Hernandez. I was relieved a few minutes before sun up and grilled by the Sergeant of the Guard. At daylight, lying a few yards from us, we found Hernandez's m14, it's barrel bent into figure 8. Around it 30-inch three-toed footprints that led into my area, but not out.
Hernandez was never found and the fact I was suspected of being complicit in his disappearance still bothers me. I have no doubt The Yucca man is a visitor from another planet or dimension and Hernandez a prisoner in another world.
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