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greenish light. Flight line personnel, the officer of the day and Base Operations staff all looked on in amazement as the plane made a perfect dead-stick landing. Inside, they found Lt Wilson still unconscious! He was rushed to a hospital. When he regained consciousness, he noted that his shrapnel wound had almost com- pletely healed! Furthermore, base staff informed him that his plane still had the same amount of fuel as when he was hit and radioed in his fuel level. The Lieutenant quickly got out of bed and secured a copy of the reports on his highly unusual experi- ence. Shortly thereafter, the original reports disappeared, and no one at the base would talk about his miraculous return. Soon, Lt Wilson underwent numerous tests and was debriefed on his mysterious return incident by what he calls a "strange group". They administered testing, which revealed that his IQ had jumped from an already very high 162 to an unheard-of 232. After the testing was completed, he was returned to active duty. But other changes had taken place inside the young pilot, affect- ing his ESP abilities. undercarriage ripped away. I finally made it back to base. I could see the fire-trucks lining the runway and saw the tower blink. They were asking me to wag my wings if I had no radio. What else could I do? I wagged my wings, passed over the field so they could see the problem, made another 180-degree turn and started in low. I picked the dirt next to the runway. "T felt the jolt as my plane skidded down the side of the runway and came to a halt. The ambulance was the first to arrive, and I already had Chuck on my back and headed for the ambulance. He had made it out alive. I walked around the plane and saw all the bullet holes. [A report later said that there were 38 bullet holes.] I patted her tail and said, "Thanks, Lady.' Then I looked at the sky and said, 'You, too." Despite being a rebel, and disobeying orders (which, luckily, the Squadron Commander could not prove), Lt Wilson was awarded his first Distinguished Service Award for gallantry above and beyond the call of duty. He remarks about the incident lacon- ically: "Another one I should have been court-martialled for." TELEPATHIC CONTACT ASSISTS A DARING RESCUE SURVIVING TORTURE WITH HIDDEN RESOLVE Two months after Wilson's unexplained aerial rescue, one of his Forty-six days later, Wilson again switched roles from rescuer squadron mates, Chuck, was shot to pilot needing rescue. His plane down during an aerial dogfight over developed engine trouble over enemy Korea. Wilson and the others in the territory and he was forced to land. squadron watched him go down and H i =| When he saw the enemy coming, he disappear. As they banked their Three days after Wilson radioed-in burned his plane to the ground and planes to return to base, Wilson that he was passing out, the control was taken prisoner. Because he'd heard the downed pilot's voice in his tower saw an extraordinary sight. burned his plane and would give no head. Chuck was crying for help. Wil "sol . inf information to the enemy, he was Wilson jumped, startled, in his cock- son's plane was coming In for beaten for three days straight. After pit seat. Then he heard the voice a landing, although its engine was the first hour, his subconscious mind again. A took over and he felt nothing. Lt Wilson broke formation and not running! The fuselage was Wilson recounts his captivity with started descending to look for him. surrounded by a strange, grim detail: "I remember them asking The Squadron Commander screamed i i for information about my squadron over the radio for Wilson to get back greenish light. and about troop movements. I in formation. The Lieutenant pre- realised that if I could hold out long tended he couldn't hear the enough and through enough torture, Commander, and radioed that he was they would believe anything I told having plane trouble. them, and maybe then they would leave me alone. After three Wilson flew low, 100 feet above the ground, searching for days, they tied a stick through my arms behind my back and Chuck. Suddenly Wilson heard the downed pilot's cry (telepathi- placed the rope around my neck and down my back, tying the cally) that he had just flown over him. "The other airman sound- rope to my feet which were pulled up. If I tried to lower my feet, ed distressed that I would not see him," Wilson recalls. He it would choke me, cutting off my air. banked 180 degrees and came in low. Wilson could sense that he "They placed me in a small bamboo cage about two feet wide was there somewhere. He spotted a clearing with enough room to and three feet long and three feet high. I lay there with my head land, and he set his plane down. As he rolled to a stop, he looked on the ground, with my knees spread and holding me upright, and around and saw the other man's plane wedged under some trees. trying to keep the rope from strangling me. There was no room to Wilson taxied over close, jumped out and ran to the wreckage. lie down or move. I remember the gooks pointing and laughing at Chuck was pinned in and badly hurt. me, and a hatred began in my gut as I have never hated before. Wilson tells the rest simply: "Where the strength came from, I Suddenly this thing within my mind kicked in. I remember them don't know, but I ripped the wreckage away from him, lifted him having to drag me out and into this hut. My body could feel noth- out of the cockpit and carried him to my plane. I threw the radio ing. gear out to make room for him and me. With me sitting on his "Someone cut me loose and my mind began to function. The lap, I taxied out and to the end of the clearing. Swinging around, _ other prisoners said I had lasted fifteen days out there, and was I saw there was very little room for a take-off. I looked up and the only one who hadn't broken within a week. It was almost a said, "God, if you exist, help me get this motherfucker off the day before the circulation would let me move my legs and arms. ground.” I held the brakes and gunned the engine to the breaking As soon as I could get around, they dragged me back to the torture point, let go of the brakes and rocketed across the clearing. The chamber, as we all called it. minute I felt myself off the ground, I began to raise the wheels. "I swore to myself that those dirty bastards would never break The enemy broke cover ahead of me and began firing. I passed me. Now I hated with a ferocity that even scares me to this day. I overhead, and heard the crunch and ripping of metal as I left my remember watching as they stuck bamboo shoots in the joints of wheels in the trees. My plane became hard to manage with the my hands, piercing between the bones. I could hear myself 62 = NEXUS APRIL — MAY 2000