Brother Gregory "The Bunker Letters": #43 “Unidentified Submerged Objects (USOs)”

Dear Don1001,

Writing my memoirs has loosened a torrent of repressed memories. These memories were placed into the deep reserves of the reptile brain because of extreme weirdness. The sort of incidents in one’s life that pose more questions than answers, and if you did find the truth, you might not be able to handle it. When I was transporting “cargo” in and out of the swamps of Louisiana, we would occasionally make runs into the Gulf to meet up with ships too large to make into the Inter-coastal Canal, during one such run I saw some World Class strange. At sea, at night you see all sort of lights that are unidentified moving through the sky and most seaman don’t think anything of them, but this night, the lights weren’t moving through the sky but moving through the Gulf waters. It’s one in the morning and we’re chugging along at close to 12 knots about fifteen miles out Houma, I’m standing on the bow smoking a Cuban cigar and drinking a large cup of very suspect coffee, when I see a 747 size light slowly rising underneath the water about 500 yards off of our right side. Now in the area of the Gulf that we were in the water is about a mile deep, so this was different, so I run up to the wheelhouse, where the Captain has got a “what the fuck is going on look in his eyes” and is starting to steer the ship away from the light that is getting closer. Normally this is the time that you would call the Coast Guard, but if you’re meeting with a ship that slipped out of the port of Santa Marta, Columbia, in an area you’re not suppose to be, in the middle of the night, there will be questions asked you don’t want to answer. By the time that the whole crew is on deck, there has been a joint fired up and for about 3 minutes we watch this massive submerged blob of light, track us. Right as the joint is finished, Captain Jean calls out over the PA that he was headed back to port, no matter how much money we offered him. One of the hard-cores wanted to renegotiate with Captain Jean with a Glock pushed in his ear, that was until suddenly 5 smaller brightly lit orbs emerged from the large blob of light surfaced about 20 feet above the water and hovered there for 5 seconds, then they disappeared into the night breaking the sound barrier with a resounding boom as they disappeared. As we looked to “Mother Sub/Space Ship” it took off at the same speed under water. Things don’t move that fast under water but this thing did and it barely made a wake. It was at that point, that collectively we realized that Captain Jean was a fucking genius and that land was the place to be. Evidently the ship we were to meet saw the same light show and headed back to Columbia, chucking “merchandise” along the way so that they could go faster. We weren’t sure if it was Aliens or a NSA/CIA “Black-Op” thing. Either way, there are certain things that you don’t fuck with, Aliens and the NSA/CIA both come under that heading. After I got back in the wheelhouse I asked Captain Jean what he thought just happened. Captain Jean said he didn’t know and didn’t care; he just wanted to get his boat back to port safely. Two weeks later we met up with another boat and then everything went smoothly. So gradually the incident didn’t matter as much as staying alive or staying out of jail. Twenty-five years later, I wonder what exactly did happen that night, not that it really matters because then as now, Aliens and the NSA/CIA are still things you don’t want to fuck with, trust me.

Turning on the Night Light, Brother Gregory