Many years ago while serving in the RAF, I was stationed in Lincolnshire at a camp where there had once been an airfield for fighters. Sometime around 1950, it became a non-flying station, but for security reasons it became a camp within a camp. The ‘outer’ camp was connected to the ‘inner’ camp along a one mile road, and a bus would transport the workers to and from work.

On one occasion, I missed the bus and was late for duty. I jogged up the road. It was broad daylight, there were no buildings or trees on the sides, just a simple road, flat as a pancake.

I could see somebody walking towards me. He was dressed in typical flying gear – a bright yellow Mae West, leather sheep-lined boots, and he carried his helmet and mask in one hand. His head was bowed down, obviously deep in thought. As I drew level with him, I saw a Canadian shoulder flash; very unusual. I threw him a smart salute and said, ‘Good morning, Sir.’ He looked up and replied, ‘Good morning to you.’ with a strained smile. From the drawn look on his face, he was obviously very tired.

After a few paces, it suddenly dawned on me – there were no planes here! I turned around – and there was nobody there. I could see a good mile in any direction. It was impossible for him to have just disappeared.

I mentioned this incident later at work, and it turned out others had seen this chap as well. It was thought that this chap had been a Canadian fighter pilot in the war, and killed by walking into the front of a Hurricane propeller while it was being prepared for flight.

Now, I do not believe in ghosts. All that I do know is that I not only saw ‘something’, but I also saluted and spoke to it.

Don't understand your reply to Deylon - judging by your previous responses I thought you had an 'open mind'

I would rather look into the existence of UFOs than ghosties.

Many years ago while serving in the RAF, I was stationed in Lincolnshire at a camp where there had once been an airfield for fighters. Sometime around 1950, it became a non-flying station, but for security reasons it became a camp within a camp. The ‘outer’ camp was connected to the ‘inner’ camp along a one mile road, and a bus would transport the workers to and from work.

On one occasion, I missed the bus and was late for duty. I jogged up the road. It was broad daylight, there were no buildings or trees on the sides, just a simple road, flat as a pancake.

I could see somebody walking towards me. He was dressed in typical flying gear – a bright yellow Mae West, leather sheep-lined boots, and he carried his helmet and mask in one hand. His head was bowed down, obviously deep in thought. As I drew level with him, I saw a Canadian shoulder flash; very unusual. I threw him a smart salute and said, ‘Good morning, Sir.’ He looked up and replied, ‘Good morning to you.’ with a strained smile. From the drawn look on his face, he was obviously very tired.

After a few paces, it suddenly dawned on me – there were no planes here! I turned around – and there was nobody there. I could see a good mile in any direction. It was impossible for him to have just disappeared.

I mentioned this incident later at work, and it turned out others had seen this chap as well. It was thought that this chap had been a Canadian fighter pilot in the war, and killed by walking into the front of a Hurricane propeller while it was being prepared for flight.

Now, I do not believe in ghosts. All that I do know is that I not only saw ‘something’, but I also saluted and spoke to it.

Don't understand your reply to Deylon - judging by your previous responses I thought you had an 'open mind'

I would rather look into the existence of UFOs than ghosties. Ghosties give me the creeps.

UFO caught on tape

still coverin someones arse then??

UFO caught on tape