"At 28,000 and still above us."
"High speed."
"Headed toward Wright-Patterson."
"Low on fuel, going home."
I made it to my car in record time and took off toward Wright-
Patterson, about twelve miles from where I was living.
It was still light, although the sun was low, and as I drove I kept
looking toward the east. Nothing. I reached the gate, showed my pass
to the guard, and had just written the whole thing off as another UFO
report when I saw them.
They convinced me.
Off to the east of the airbase were three objects that can best be
described as three half-sized suns.
By the time I arrived at base operations there were three or four
dozen people on the ramp, all looking up.