' radio conversation and he put his
telephone near the speaker.

I heard:

"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.

The standard comment was: "Look at them go."

About this time a C-54 transport taxied up and stopped. It was the
"Kittyhawk Flight" from Washington and I knew several people who got
off.

One passenger, an officer from ATIC, ran up to me and handed me a
roll of film.

"Here's some pictures of them," he said breathlessly. "I never
thought I'd see one."

The next passengers I recognized were two other officers, Ph.D.
psychologists from the Aero Medical Laboratory. I knew them because
they had visited Blue Book many times collecting data for a paper
they were writing on UFO's.

The title of the paper was to be: _The_ _Psychological_ _Aspects_
_of_ _UFO_ _Sightings_.

Almost climbing over each other in their effort to tell their story
they told me how they had watched the UFO's from the C-54. Both had
seen them "dogfighting" between themselves.

"How fast were they going?" I asked.

"Like hell," was their only answer but the way they said it and the
looks on their faces emphasized their statement.

The crowd on the ramp had increased by now and some of the newcomers
had binoculars. The men with the binoculars were the focal point of
several individual groups as they watched and gave blow-by-blow
accounts.

Some of the crowd were talking about jet fighters and it suddenly
dawned on me that just across the parking lot was the operations
office of the local ADC jet outfit, the 97th Fighter Interceptor
Squadron.

I ran over to interceptor operations and went in. I knew the duty
officer because several times before the 97th people had chased
balloons over Dayton. When I told him about the UFO's all I received
was a rather uninterested stare