posted on Apr, 4 2016 @ 07:28 PM
Hello ATS. I’ve been a lurker for a bit, finally decided to post an introduction. I’ll start by saying that part of what brings me to sites and
forums like ATS is that I’ll give just about any weird idea an honest shot and the initial benefit of the doubt. Call me gullible, dumb, an idiot,
I don’t mind. I’ve been called worse. That’s not to say that I’m not a skeptic or that I’m incapable of critical thought or even that
I’ll take anything at a source’s word, just that my initial treatment of any strange story will be with the assumption that there’s a modicum of
truth somewhere in there.
While my interests span a pretty wide range, for the sake of being focused I will touch on why specifically I am interested in termed “government
conspiracies” of all kinds. My “story,” so to speak, is personal collection of anecdotes revolving around interactions and conversations I’ve
had with many very interesting people. Needless to say I found them credible enough, my own personal reservations aside. That being said, this is
offered at face value, that I have no solid proof of anything anyone has told me, and I’m not really concerned with anyone else believing me, nor am
I interested in defending the veracity of the “stories.” I merely offer them up within the context of my introduction as personal experiences
that contribute to my POV.
Warning: This is going to be long. Seriously.
I’ll start by saying that I grew up in Hawaii. My grandfather fought in the 442nd Regimental Combat Team in World War II. Like many of his
comrades, he served honorably and after the war ended, he returned home a decorated veteran. After marrying my grandmother and buying a house, he was
hired as a civilian to help operate the Officer’s Club on Kaneohe Marine Corps Air Base in the late 1940’s. In the early 1950’s he was made the
manager of the Package Store attached to the Officer’s Club. He held that position, managing the Package Store, even after Kaneohe MCAB eliminated
the Enlisted and NCO Package Stores, lumping all Package Store services into one place, incidentally that one location being attached to the
Officer’s Club. My grandfather would retire from that position in the summer of 1987.
A note about my grandfather. He had what many might call “the gift of the gab.” Others might call him a “schmoozer.” But, to put it
simply, the man liked to talk. More than that, he was easy to talk to. Everyone who ever knew him described him as friendly, funny and trustworthy.
He was charming, he had the “X Factor” to his personality, and he rubbed shoulders very well with the Good Ole Boys.
For example, my grandfather had a system to keep himself in the good graces of Kaneohe MCAB staff and command officers. At the Package Store,
officers of course got Officer’s Club prices on all items. Military pilots stopping over at Kaneohe MCAB on their way to Okinawa, Japan, Korea and
later the Vietnam theatre, would drop in at the Package Store for any assortment of items, snacks, drinks, tobacco, etc. The pilots that made
frequent stops and considered themselves friends of my grandfather would buy premium liquor at the Officer’s Club prices, then gift the liquor to my
grandfather. My grandfather would then gift the pilots, out of his own pocket, the monetary equivalent of the liquor in soda for their flights. My
grandfather would then take the premium liquor and make his rounds of the base, gifting them to base command and staff officers.
As a very young child, my grandfather and father would take me and my brother on fishing trips. They would mostly take us to a small set of
piers that were no longer in use on Kaneohe MCAB. It was located on the Northwest side of the base looking out across Kaneohe Bay with a very clear
line of sight to Coconut Island, which is situated in the middle of Kaneohe Bay. To give you an idea of how close Coconut Island was to Kaneohe MCAB,
I’m fairly certain you could hit the island with a standard mortar from the piers where we fished.
We never caught much fish. I think it was more of a bonding experience than anything. I remember looking out across the water, seeing these large
stone walls coming out of the water, slightly off shore. The stone walls were circular with a single gap, like a tank built directly into the water
or a rudimentary fish farm with the gap acting as an access point to the bay. There were several of these large stone tanks that were visible in the
water. I would sit there, looking out at those tanks and my imagination would run wild with what those could possibly be.
One day my grandfather, I think just out of curiosity, asked me what I was looking at out there all the time. So I said to him, I want to know what
those things are coming out of the water. I was very young, so I just looked at my grandfather and waited for him to answer. He didn’t answer for
a little while, just looking at the stone tanks in the bay. Then he turned to my father and my father said, “You can tell him.”
So my grandfather told me. He said right there, from the piers to Coconut Island, that entire stretch of water was used to train dolphins. I asked
him if they were dolphins like the kind they had at Sea Life Park. He said, no, not really. He explained simplistically, because I was just a child,
how Russia and America were enemies for a long time. And that Russia and America were always competing over who had the best weapons.
My grandfather then told me about how the Navy, the Marine Corps, CIA and the Hawaii Institute of Marine Biology used to train dolphins there, in
that stretch of the water between Kaneohe MCAB and Coconut Island, and then keep them locked up in those stone tanks when they weren’t being
trained. They trained the dolphins to track and bomb Russian submarines like “kamikaze fish.” He said not to tell anybody because no one was
supposed to know that.
Another part of my childhood is being immersed in old stories of ETs, the paranormal and cryptids. Most of it were interests passed on to me from my
father. Once I asked my father why he was so interested in UFOs and ETs. He told me a few stories he had heard from other people, he told me of
strange things he had personally seen and was unable to explain. But he finished by telling me to ask my grandfather about the “Moon City” story.
So I did.
As my grandfather told it, in 1969 he hired an enlisted Marine to help part time at the Package Store. This Young Marine was an airplane mechanic
from a family of engineers, gear-heads, and grease rats on the Mainland. He served on Kaneohe MCAB from 1969 to 1976 before being redeployed.
One night he was helping my grandfather at the Package Store. A couple of pilots were shooting the # with my grandfather, and my grandfather was
listening to them tell a story about weird lights and UFOs they would see on their Trans-Pacific flights. Nothing real noteworthy. But they finished
their story and said their goodbyes.
To be Continued