A cover-up, within a cover-up, within a cover-up designed to tell a story.
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Corona –Foster Ranch
THE ROSWELL INCIDENT
William W. Brazel, “Mac” Brazel to his friends, was lease holder (Foreman, some say) of the Foster Ranch in Lincoln County, New Mexico. He was 48 years old. On June 14, 1947 he found pieces of strange wreckage on his ranch and picked up a few pieces of it and took the pieces home.
It’s a good story. He remembers what happened this way:
June 13, 1947 / Friday
There was a thunderstorm that evening, highlighted by numerous bolts of lightning, then a sound, like an explosion. My son Vernon Brazel, age 8, and his friend ‘Dee’ Proctor (William D. Proctor), age 7, were staying with me for the weekend, I put them to bed, and then I went to bed, and I temporarily forgot about the sounds of that evening.
June 14, 1947 / Saturday
The rain had cleared the next day, this was New Mexico, the morning was typically bright and typically sunny. I went out on my horse to check the fences, and check on, and move, the sheep. Dee Proctor rode with me. I only had two horses then, and Vernon wasn’t interested in riding, or work, and wanted to stay home.
Later that day, late in the morning, I noticed an area covered by some sort of debris. This area was about a quarter of a mile long and several hundred feet wide. There were pieces, some small, some large, of a shiny metallic material all over it, unlike anything I had ever seen before.
I was herding the sheep, moving them to greener pastures, but the sheep would not cross through this shiny debris. We had to take them a long way around that day because they wouldn’t cross this debris field, so we got back late, or at least a little later than we had planned.
While out with the sheep I picked up some of the pieces of this stuff on the ground and put a few pieces of it in my pocket and took them back to the ranch house and set a few down on a table before I left to take Dee Proctor home. Dee lived on another ranch, about ten (10) miles away from my ranch (the Foster Ranch). Vernon stayed home, which that day meant ‘the ranch’.
I got out of my truck at the Proctor home, reached in my pocket to put away my keys and discovered that I still had a piece of the strange material that I had found with me, a piece about four inches long, almost round, not much larger than a pencil.
When I got inside the Proctors place I showed it to Dee’s parents – Floyd Proctor and Loretta Proctor. I told them about hearing the explosion, about the debris, about the sheep and what I had found. I tried to get the Proctors to follow me back to the Foster Ranch to see the debris field for themselves. The Proctors said “no”. They talked about the fact that gas and tires were expensive, the trip would be twenty (20) miles, and then too, there were the chores. “No wonder Dee Proctor didn’t mind work,” I thought to myself.
The Proctors had saved themselves a lot of time and maybe expense, but I had fed their child, brought him back home and been neighborly so maybe they owed me. Maybe they could just take the time to see the bit of debris that I had brought.
Floyd Proctor looked at it, took it up to his mouth and bit into the thing like anyone might have done with any ordinary pencil. It was hard, the material didn’t budge. He got out a knife, tried to cut it. It wouldn’t cut. He couldn’t find teeth marks or scrape marks on the thing, but did find designs on the metal. “Different from anything he had ever seen,” he said. “Like the kind of stuff you would find on firecracker wrappers”, and, “figures all done up in pastels; not like American writing”, he said.
Loretta, Floyd’s wife, indulged me and looked at the object too. She thought it looked tan, maybe even dark tan and not silver. She compared it with plastic in weight, “light, like balsa wood,” she said. That gave Loretta the idea to get a match. She lit the match and tried to burn it, to set it on fire, to maybe light it like a firecracker and make it explode. The fourth of July was coming up she said. “Maybe we can get a bang out of this thing,” I think that that is what she was thinking.
“It isn’t wood, it isn’t balsa wood, it isn’t plastic,” she went on. “It does not burn.” “This piece is like a pencil, a dowel stick, fancy writing, no sharp corners, no grain; it won’t blow up and it won’t even burn; you can’t eat it or even cut it with a knife,” she said. “What’s the point?” she said. “I have chores to do,” she said; and I said, Goodbye.
I went home. I wasn’t home until after supper. It was late, but still light. I planned to go out the next morning and get more pieces, flat pieces, larger pieces of the shiny (silver) metal. I planned to take my truck this time. I planned to load it up, fill it up, fill it up and take everything. I planned to show them. I planned to prove what I had found; not just a pencil, but somebody’s whole blown up secret thing.”
Mac Brazel’s real name is William Ware Brazel, the real spelling of his familiar name is “Mack”, as in Mack Brazel, buried in Tularosa, New Mexico in 1963. His wife was Margaret Brazel, Maggie Brazel for short. She is buried in Tularosa, New Mexico next to Mack. She should have an obituary from there dated 1975 that apparently no one has ever read, or at least not posted.
The ranch is said to be near Corona, New Mexico. It’s not. The Foster Ranch is on County Road AO44 – 6 miles due north and then 4 miles west from Capitan, New Mexico (827:648) (+). Actually the nearest town is probably Carrizozo, (New Mexico). It is a very remote location. For example, Trinity Site (north of Alamagordo) is only about 50 miles away and was in this year, only two years away in time.
The above map from the 1940’s indicates the area of the Foster Ranch, Roswell, Carrizozo, Corona and Alamagordo (New Mexico). The Trinity Site location where the world’s first nuclear device was detonated is also noted on this map.
The Google Maps map of the 1940’s map area depicted above is here.
The story continues:
June 15, 1947 / Sunday
Mac Brazel’s wife ‘Maggie’ (Margaret Brazel) and their daughter (Bessie Brazel) were supposed to come up to the ranch on Saturday in order to pick up Vernon and take him home to Tularosa, New Mexico where she and her two sons, Vernon Brazel and ‘Bill’ Brazel jr., usually lived. She was planning to spend the night. She didn’t arrive on Saturday, perhaps because of the 3 hour travel time from Tularose, maybe it was something else.
Tularosa, New Mexico is north of Alamagordo and about 25 miles due east from the White Sands Missile Range from where the U.S. at the time was launching captured German V-2 rockets.
I went to see my uncle, Hollis Wilson, Sunday night. I told him about what I had found on the ranch, the strange material, and what it looked like. Hollis told me about reports on the news and in newspapers that people had reported seeing ‘flying saucers’ in the area, he cited (locations). He urged me to report to the authorities what I had found, “tell the police, the military, that sort of thing,” he said.
But he did remark about what he had seen and on July 4 he, his wife, Vernon (an 8 year-old son of Mac’s) and a daughter Betty, age 14, went back to the spot and gathered up quite a bit of the debris.”
Source #1, Source #2, Google Maps.
The above sources are in addition to original hard-copy source material used for this compilation.
[Originally posted on March 6, 2011] Updated 2011.03.07