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Original Message Last week, I was flying a routine night mission from Galveston, Texas to Cameron, Louisiana. The weather was clear, and the Gulf of Mexico looked calm and inviting under the moonlit sky. Everything was going as smoothly as any regular flight, until I reached the vicinity of Sabine Pass, Texas.
That's when things started getting weird. My instruments, which were functioning perfectly until then, began to malfunction. The altimeter was going haywire, the GPS was losing its signal, and even the communication systems were acting up. At first, I thought it was a technical glitch, but what happened next was something I couldn't have anticipated in my wildest dreams.
Suddenly, over the aircraft's radio, I heard music. But it wasn't just any music - it was a 1940’s jazz tune, clear as day, as if being broadcast right next to me. This was especially bizarre since I was miles away from any source that could play such a tune, let alone broadcast it.
Vietnamese, and perhaps other fleets of shrimpers, would transmit music from one of their boats for their fleets when I was there in the '80s and mid '90s.
No idea, no guess as to the visual phenomena were. |