He was (and I hope still IS) a great old guy and a fantastic story teller. I can tell you the story, but it’s not the same as hearing the Colonel tell it.
He was just a Captain, or maybe a Major, and was on a rountine flight, back in the late 60s. Back then, most of the general public (and a fair percentage of the military) hadn’t yet heard the Area 51/captured UFO/secret aircraft and weapons rumours. At some point his plane started losing fuel rapidly. He had a fuel leak, and didn’t think he could make it back to Nellis AFB. They asked if he could make it to Edwards AFB. Nope, he said.
His first orders were to take the plane deeper into the desert to a relatively unpopulated area, ditch the aircraft and eject. A minute or two later, he got asked if he could make it to blah, blah, blah, X,Y,Z coordinates (it was all in PilotSpeak, which I don’t know and can’t remember anyway) with the amount of fuel he had left. He said yes, and they routed him to a ‘government installation’ in the desert near a dry lake bed. He was given landing instructions and told to taxi to the end of the field, and keep looking forward.
He popped his cockpit canopy and waited, staring straight ahead as instructed. He mentioned that the air smelled like burned plastic, grease, and maybe a little sulphur…definately an industrial smell. Within minutes, a jeep with two guys in it (NOT Air Force MPs, or Army, or…) showed up. They put a blindfold on him and told him to stay in the plane. He could hear another vehicle pull up, and work starting on the plane. After about an hour of sitting in the hot Nevada sun in a full flightsuit, he called out and asked if he could have something to drink. A few minutes later, someone brought him a can of Coke. He sat, and sat, and sat for over 4 hours.
Finally a guy—a different guy—came and told him that the plane was repaired and re-fueled. He was also told, in no uncertain terms, that he should forget where he’d landed, and what had happened, or his military career might suffer irrepairable harm.
When he got back to Nellis AFB, he was debriefed by the base commander and ‘some guy’ in a business suit who was not military. After being grilled endlessly about what he had or had not seen, he was sent home, again with a stern warning about how discussing the incident, even with family, and the base near the dry lake could harm his career. They couldn’t stress the “…forget it ever happened” part enough.