We Caused the Roswell Crashes

By Phil H. Clark and E. J. Clark

The 1947 Roswell incident was not a weather balloon but the result of not one or two but three UFO crashes! For sixty-four years the truth has remained hidden until two people have finally come forth to give their first-hand eye witness account of what really happened. They call themselves the forgotten witnesses.

For the first time the full facts are revealed which will correct some facts that Roswell UFO researchers have assumed was correct. Consider yourself lucky to have one first-hand eye witness to an event; to have two first-hand eye witnesses to a major controversial event is extremely rare. From day one, the Roswell incident has been surrounded by controversy, government cover-ups, lies, and deception because of the lack of a first-hand eye witness account when the incident was occurring. It is difficult to refute an account told from two living witnesses who were on the scene when the incident happened whose only intent is to set the story straight.

Their account, as told within this book, will certainly ignite the passion of Roswell UFO researchers once more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467035453

Phil H. Clark

E. J. Clark is a retired medical professional and author of five non-fiction published books, The Ark of Millions of Years series and We Caused the Roswell Crashes. Born with an unquenchable desire to unravel Earth’s “great mysteries,” she is an avid researcher of ancient texts and in the archaeology of ancient civilizations for over 40 years. Not only does she have a working knowledge of ancient texts but she understands them. This rare ability enabled her to be the first to fully “crack” the Mayan Calendar and to understand the Maya End of the World prophecy pertaining to December 21, 2012. In addition she is an expert on ancient symbolism. To date, she has written more on the Mayan End Time 2012 date than any other author in the world. This Earth Explorer now shares her first hand eye witness account of the 1947 Roswell UFO crashes; one of the only two living people on the planet to actually witness the event. Phil has a disability retirement from the military. He loves to hunt and fish. Currently he lives in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, an outdoorsman’s paradise.

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Contents

Dedications

Foreword

1936-1938

May 1, 1939

May 6, 1942

April 1, 1945

June 1946

June 1947

June 2000

2007

2011

Roswell in a Nutshell

Filling in the Roswell Gaps

The Government Cover-ups

The Roswell Surviving Grey Alien

Friends or Foes?

The Ark of Millions of Years

A Few UFO Facts

Concluding Remarks

Moon Phase Calendars,

Illustration, and Pictures

Biographies of Authors

Dedications

To all the UFO researchers who

desire to know the truth.

E. J. Clark

To our mother who drove

The infamous car.

Phil H. Clark

Foreword

We are probably the only two living people on the planet who actually were there on the plains in New Mexico on the night the 1947 Roswell incident happened. To this day, no one has ever come forth with an eye witness account until now; not one eye witness account but two. The purpose of this book is make a record of our testimony which will fill in, pin point, and correct some facts that researchers have assumed were correct. We like to refer to ourselves as the forgotten witnesses who were passengers in our family automobile with our mother at the wheel. There were others, maybe as many as thirteen to fifteen people, who were driving along with us on the highway that night who also witnessed the event but we were the youngest. Since the incident happened sixty-four years ago, it is doubtful any of those people are still living. Each time we have tried to come forth with our story, it seems no one would believe us or they were not interested. It is not as easy as you might think to get your story out there. Eventually we stopped trying. Now that we are in our late sixties and early seventies, we decided to publish our own account while we remain lucid enough to remember the facts. The following is our story.

1936-1938

Our father was Ed Clark of Claiborne County, Tennessee. He was the son of Andrew Clark and Mary Vancil Clark. Our mother was Verrill Saylor of Bell County, Kentucky. She was the daughter of Willoughby Saylor of Harlan County, Kentucky and Alice Hobbs of Bell County, Kentucky. They married September 21, 1936, in Claiborne County, Tennessee.

After their marriage, our parents bought land and built a modest home by today’s standards in Cumberland Gap, Tennessee. Our mother loved purple iris, the State Flower of Tennessee, which she planted all over the steep front bank directly in front of the house. There was a path leading down the bank to a little stream that had a foot bridge to cross over to get the main highway. In the spring the bank was covered with hundreds of blooming bearded purple iris

Our father was a well known successful business man in the tri-states area of Tennessee, Kentucky and Virginia. He owned a florist shop and the Greyhound Bus terminal restaurant in Middlesboro, Kentucky. He and his brother, Nathan, owned and operated a restaurant pool room in Lafollette, Tennessee, and our father owned and operated a popular night club, Little Cottage Inn, that was located between Tazewell and Cumberland Gap in Claiborne County, Tennessee. Our parents were well known and well liked.

Cumberland Gap was centrally located to their places of business but even more than that, the quiet idyllic little town seemed the perfect place to settle down and raise a family.

May 1, 1939

At 6:58 a.m., on a Monday morning in Cumberland Gap, Tennessee, Dr. Hollis Evans slipped forceps on my head and delivered me while my mother was in the throes of having a convulsive seizure caused from pre-eclampsia. It was a home delivery, common for the time. At 7 a.m. I took my first breath. I’m happy to report my mother and I survived. Pre-eclampsia, in those days, was treated with Epson salts. Women in rural areas rarely gave birth in hospitals during those years. Either a doctor or a mid-wife came to your house to deliver babies.

My parents and Dr. Evans all decided to name me after two of my maternal and paternal grand-mothers first names which when combined named me: Mary Alice Clark. I now author books under the pen of E. J. Clark. It is a pen name I chose many years ago when it was popular to write under an assumed name. Over the years things have changed. Authors today generally write under their given names. Clark however is my maiden name and is the name I am best known in my locale during my professional career. All my credentials are in the name of Clark. I derived the initials of E. J. after my daughter’s name, Eve Juliet, thus the name. E. J. Clark is easier to say than Mary Alice Clark. It is a generic name which has its advantages as a woman writer of non-fiction. Besides, I like the name.

May 6, 1942

On a Wednesday, my brother made his entrance into the world in the same house with the same doctor in attendance. This time there were no complications of birth. My parents named him Phil Harris Clark. They tried to prepare me for the birth of a sibling by having me watch out of the dining room window for the stork that brought babies. I remember peering out the window for hours at a time looking for the bird carrying a baby in a diaper sling in his beak. During my watch, the stork delivered two babies to near-by neighbors who were the Fuson and Rush families. Trying to time the birth to my birthday, my parents said we were next. They missed my birthday by five days.

Cumberland Gap Tennessee is a famous historic little town. The town is located in a hollow near to a natural gap in the Cumberland Mountain range which is part of the Appalachian Mountains. Daniel Boone blazed the Wilderness Road in 1775 from northern Virginia through the Gap to Louisville, Kentucky, and then led the first white settlers through the natural Gap in the mountains into Kentucky. There is a famous oil painting of Daniel Boone escorting white settlers through the Cumberland Gap 1851-1862 by artist George Caleb Bingham. George Caleb Bingham painted his ancestor, John A. Bingham (1763-1820), beside Daniel Boone in that picture, who incidentally was our same early Bingham ancestor on my mother’s side of the family. The Wilderness Road followed a path first used by animals to migrate through the Gap, followed by Native Americans and then early pioneers. When it was a path, the trail was called the Warrior’s Path. The Gap was called the Gateway to the West because it was the door or only gap corridor in a long wall of mountains. Two major roads converged there, the Wilderness Road leading into Kentucky and the Tennessee Road leading to Middle Tennessee. Between 1760 and 1850, it is estimated that almost 300,000 people walked, rode, or were carried