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We are forced to say, “The following conversation never took place.” We were prompted to say, that if you think it is true, we will deny it and claim it’s fiction … or even satire, to protect our first amendment right to tell you ... and your right to know.
It is late on a Friday afternoon at a military installation in South Florida. Major George Vannevar, a CIA operative dispatched to this branch of the armed services, waits in his office for a daily report to arrive. He is in charge of a black project so secret that many of those participating in it have no idea what it is about. It has to do with what some people describe when they look up into the sky - chemtrails – short for the chemical trails that are released by giant jet tanker planes about 15 to 20 thousand feet up in the sky. The military states these are just normal condensation trails. The subject has never really been seriously studied or debated.
Vannevar has decided to start the weekend early and has begun indulging in his favorite alcoholic beverage … his buzz was just kicking in. A knock on the door and after some brief formalities, Lt. Ralph Winsted hands Vannevar the report and takes a seat.
Winsted: Sir, two hundred thousand gallons today. We plastered the sky. Took a cloudless blue sky and made it white. It’s really something. Hard to believe that no one ever notices.
Vannevar: Oh, there are a few who notice. No one listens to them anyway.
Winsted: We went to the “X” pattern for the first time in over two years. I thought we did away with that about two years ago. The “X” and “checkerboard” patterns …
Vannevar: We did for a while; found the criss-cross spray patterns a more effective distribution. [He pushes the bottle closer to the Lt] Have a drink?
Winsted: Thanks sir, but it’s early … and I’m still on duty.
Vannevar: Winsted! You’ll never make rank if you don’t drink … on the rocks?
Winsted: Yes, I’ll have some ice … Sir …
Vannevar: You can’t knock off that Sir shit, you’re off duty now. I’m giving you the rest of the day off. Did you lock that door on your way in?
Winsted: Yes sir, I always do. [He stirs his drink to chill, then downs a few swigs] Ground observation from the lead plane detected a guy on the Delray Beach- Boca Raton line taking pictures today … it’s in the report … page 32, I think.
Vannevar: Yeah, we know about him. He lives near the Alien Complex … we already have him tagged as a nut case. No one would ever listen to him.
Winsted:
The Alien Complex?
Vannevar: Winsted … we’ve been working together for about 3 years now. I’ve always liked you. You’re a good soldier. I could see you making Captain soon, Major someday … if I confide in you, you have to promise to keep it to yourself.
Winsted: Of course Sir … I’d never betray a trust.
Vannevar: I know that … have another drink.
Winsted: I’ve always wanted to know, what is it exactly we are spraying into the sky? Do you know?
