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Speaker 1: Hope to see you there. It was late on the
Speaker 1: night of February twenty eighth, nineteen fifty nine, on a
Speaker 1: desolate stretch of Route fourteen somewhere in southwestern Utah in
Speaker 1: the United States of America. The highway stretched into the darkness,
Speaker 1: a dark ribbon of frosty asphalt with no apparent end,
Speaker 1: just barely illuminated by the headlights of a single car.
Speaker 1: The conservation officer knew this road well. It was part
Speaker 1: of his regular patrol route as a fish and game inspector,
Speaker 1: and he was trained to be on the lookout for
Speaker 1: anything unusual. Just then, a gleam of silver upperhead illuminated
Speaker 1: in his head lights caught his eye. It was a
Speaker 1: car parked up by the side of the road. The
Speaker 1: officer eased his foot off the accelerator and slowed down.
Speaker 1: A part car was an unusual sight out there, to
Speaker 1: say the least. It was far enough from any town
Speaker 1: or tourist landmark that the only reason somebody would stop
Speaker 1: there was if their car had broken down. Only this
Speaker 1: Chevrolet in Parlor looked to be in perfect condition. As
Speaker 1: the officer's car got closer, the beam of its headlights
Speaker 1: revealed a single word on its side, painted in black. Stop,
Speaker 1: so the officer did. At first, he just stayed inside
Speaker 1: its vehicle, with the engine idling as he weighed up
Speaker 1: his next move. Years of working in remote, isolated areas
Speaker 1: had taught him caution, but with the Chevrolet kept firmly
Speaker 1: in the patrol car's headlights, he could see there wasn't
Speaker 1: anyone else out there for miles around. He flicked on
Speaker 1: his flashlight and scanned behind him too, but there was
Speaker 1: nothing there either, just an endless stretch of snow covered scrub.
Speaker 1: Satisfied it was safe, he pushed open the door and
Speaker 1: stepped out into the freezing night air with one hand
Speaker 1: on the butt of the pistol holstered on his hip,
Speaker 1: its boots crunched on the frost covered as he ambled
Speaker 1: cautiously toward the vehicle. Just as he thought, there was
Speaker 1: no obvious sign of damage, certainly no sign of a collision,
Speaker 1: and no driver either. He angled his flashlight through the
Speaker 1: window and spotted something resting on the steering wheel. It
Speaker 1: was a note. The car's doors were unlocked, so he
Speaker 1: just reached in and grabbed it. Possible plane crash, it read,
Speaker 1: Please call law enforcement. What the hell, thought the officer
Speaker 1: as he looked up and scanned the surrounding scrub with
Speaker 1: his torch. The land beyond rose into uneven hills and
Speaker 1: shallow ridges, their shapes hard to distinguish against the night sky.
Speaker 1: But even in the dark, he was fairly certain there
Speaker 1: hadn't been any plane crash nearby. Angling his torch at
Speaker 1: the ground, the officer spotted a set of footprints heading
Speaker 1: off toward the higher ground beyond the ridge. Instinctively, the
Speaker 1: officer followed the prince into the dark, then suddenly thought
Speaker 1: better of it. This was the high desert, where temperatures
Speaker 1: could drop well below freezing overnight. It wouldn't help if
Speaker 1: he got lost too. He needed back up. The inspector
Speaker 1: drove straight to the nearest law enforcement office, the Cedar
Speaker 1: County Sheriff's Department. Once there, he informed the county Sheriff,
Speaker 1: Otto Fife, about everything he'd found and handed him the
Speaker 1: mysterious note that he'd found on the steering wheel. Sheriff
Speaker 1: Fife was concerned. There were only two likely possibilities, and
Speaker 1: neither of them good. Either there really had been a
Speaker 1: plane crash somewhere out in the wilderness, or their missing motorist,
Speaker 1: possibly drunk, had seen something that wasn't there and wandered
Speaker 1: away from his vehicle in the pitch black, freezing night.
Speaker 1: There was every chance he could now be lost in
Speaker 1: the high desert and in real danger of dying from exposure.
Speaker 1: The sheriff quickly gathered a volunteer search party, and together
Speaker 1: they drove out to the isolated spot on Route fourteen, and,
Speaker 1: just as the officer had done before them, they soon
Speaker 1: found the abandoned chevy. Fife ordered the volunteers to spread
Speaker 1: out and form a line. Then, under a near full
Speaker 1: silver moon, they moved into the snow covered brush beyond.
Speaker 1: Beams of flashlights scanned the ground from left to right
Speaker 1: as Sheriff Fife led the way, meticulously scanning the dirt,
Speaker 1: the horizon, and all the subtle variations in the terrain.
Speaker 1: Then he saw something not clearly at first, just a
Speaker 1: shape that didn't quite belong. He quickened his pace and
Speaker 1: called out to the others to follow him. It was
Speaker 1: a man lying on his back in the light snow,
Speaker 1: completely motionless. Five sprinted over and crouched down beside him.
Speaker 1: Thankfully he could see he was still breathing from the
Speaker 1: faint rise and fall of his chest. Can you hear me?
Speaker 1: Asked the sheriff, but there was no response. There were
Speaker 1: no obvious injuries, but the man's clothes were disheveled and dusty,
Speaker 1: and his face pale. Beneath a thin sheen of sweat,
Speaker 1: and in some indefinable way, Sheriff Fife couldn't help thinking
Speaker 1: he looked broken. You're listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard
Speaker 1: McLean Smith. The unknown man was swiftly taken to Cedar
Speaker 1: City Hospital and was still unconscious when he was brought in.
Speaker 1: As the doctors worked frantically to figure out what was
Speaker 1: wrong with him, nothing seemed to make sense. He wasn't
Speaker 1: cold enough to have lost con sciousness due to exposure,
Speaker 1: there were no visible signs of head trauma, and no
Speaker 1: drugs were found to be in his system, and yet
Speaker 1: he still wouldn't wake up. For almost twenty four hours,
Speaker 1: he stayed that way, lying motionless beneath thin hospital sheets. Then, finally,
Speaker 1: on the evening of March first, the man began to stir.
Speaker 1: His fingers twitched, his brow furrowed, then his eyes opened,
Speaker 1: suddenly wide and unfocussed. Darting around the unfamiliar room with
Speaker 1: a sharp inhale of breath, he pushed himself up as
Speaker 1: panic flickered across his face. Were there any survivors, he
Speaker 1: demanded to know, his voice strained and urgent, but the
Speaker 1: nurse had no idea what he was talking about. A
Speaker 1: call was quickly put in to Sheri A. Fife, and
Speaker 1: he arrived soon after. The man had calmed down a little.
Speaker 1: He seemed by then to understand where he was, and
Speaker 1: he was no longer asking about survivors. He told the
Speaker 1: sheriff his name was Jerry Irwin, or rather Private first
Speaker 1: Class Jerry Erwin. He was a twenty three year old
Speaker 1: soldier currently assigned to Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas.
Speaker 1: But when Fife asked him to explain what he was
Speaker 1: doing in the desert, it was clear that the man
Speaker 1: was still very confused. But bit by bit he tried
Speaker 1: to recount his last known movements. This is what he remembered.
Speaker 1: It spent the last few days on leave visiting relatives
Speaker 1: in Nampa, Idaho, and was making his way back to
Speaker 1: Fort Bliss. He'd driven non stop for eighteen hours, hoping
Speaker 1: to get back to the base in time to catch
Speaker 1: a few hours of sleep before the day began. But
Speaker 1: all alone on the open road, struggling to keep his
Speaker 1: eyes open, it started to regret his decision not to
Speaker 1: get a motel for the night. His car radio had
Speaker 1: started to crackle a few hours into the drive and
Speaker 1: gave out completely. By the time he got to Utah.
Speaker 1: He couldn't tell if it was broken or if there
Speaker 1: was simply no signal. Either way, it left him with
Speaker 1: the monotonous, soporific hum of the engine as his only
Speaker 1: company in the vast, dark landscape he was driving through.
Speaker 1: In an effort to keep himself awake, as he drove,
Speaker 1: Jerry tried to concentrate on the next day's work. He
Speaker 1: was a weapons technician, specializing in maintaining surface to air
Speaker 1: missile systems. This relatively new technology was a crucial part
Speaker 1: of America's Cold War defense strategy, and Jerry loved his work.
Speaker 1: As a child, he'd been terrified and fascinated by the
Speaker 1: broadcasts he'd seen about World War II, and he'd grown
Speaker 1: up determined to serve his country any way he could.
Speaker 1: Just outside of sus, a city in Utah, a light
Speaker 1: snow began to fall as Jerry turned southeast onto Route fourteen.
Speaker 1: At some point he remembered the sky suddenly seeming unusually bright.
Speaker 1: As Jerry later told it, he figured it was just
Speaker 1: the moon appearing from behind a cloud, but then he
Speaker 1: realized the source of the light was moving. Looking up,
Speaker 1: he instinctively tracked the glowing object, thinking that it moved
Speaker 1: too smoothly and too deliberately to be anything other than
Speaker 1: an aircraft, and it was heading straight toward the ground.
Speaker 1: Struggling to make sense of what he was seeing, Jerry
Speaker 1: pulled the car over. He watched as the glowing object
Speaker 1: continued on its way toward the earth. Just before it
Speaker 1: disappeared below the horizon, it seemed to hang in mid air,
Speaker 1: suspended for a moment. The next thing he knew there
Speaker 1: was a blinding flash of light, so bright that it
Speaker 1: washed out the sky. Jerry turned away, shielding his eyes
Speaker 1: against the glare, but after a few seconds the light faded.
Speaker 1: When he opened his eyes again, everything was still and
Speaker 1: seemed completely normal. Either side of him, he saw nothing
Speaker 1: but the snow dusted scrubland stretching out for miles, while
Speaker 1: above a few dim starts hung in the pitch black sky.
Speaker 1: For a moment, he just sat there as the engine idled,
Speaker 1: hands still on the wheel, trying to guess at where
Speaker 1: exactly the light had come from. After close to three
Speaker 1: years in the army, Jerry was trained to keep a
Speaker 1: cool head in a crisis. No matter how alarming or
Speaker 1: strange the situation seemed. His job was to assess the facts,
Speaker 1: decide on a plan of action, and execute it. The
Speaker 1: most likely explanation for what he'd just seen was that
Speaker 1: a plane had crashed. Judging by the brightness of the light,
Speaker 1: it most most likely exploded on impact. Since he was
Speaker 1: probably the only person out there for miles, he felt
Speaker 1: it was his duty to try and help, so he
Speaker 1: pulled some paper and a pen out at the glove
Speaker 1: compartment and scribbled down his note. But as he set
Speaker 1: off toward the apparent crash site, he had second thoughts.
Speaker 1: Nobody passing by would have any reason to stop. They'd
Speaker 1: just see a parked car on the shoulder with no
Speaker 1: signs of an emergency, which meant there was a good
Speaker 1: chance that nobody would even see his note. So he
Speaker 1: dug a can of shoe polish out at the trunk
Speaker 1: and used it to write a single word on the
Speaker 1: side of his car stop, and with that he set off.
Speaker 1: The place where Jerry believed the light had descended was
Speaker 1: hidden just beyond a ridge, but according to him, there
Speaker 1: was still a residual glow. Face ain't but undeniable As
Speaker 1: he set off toward it, he recalled how before long
Speaker 1: the terrain had begun to rise unevenly, the ground felt
Speaker 1: rough beneath his boots, scattered with loose stone and scrub.
Speaker 1: But what he really remembered was how at some point
Speaker 1: the air seemed suddenly different, as if it were charged
Speaker 1: with something he couldn't identify. Then he suddenly realized he
Speaker 1: wasn't cold anymore. In fact, despite the temperature, by then
Speaker 1: being below freezing, he felt strangely warm. It made him
Speaker 1: feel uneasy, and the deeper he got into the brush,
Speaker 1: the more he felt the strong, almost overwhelming impulse to
Speaker 1: turn back. He had the sense that something was terribly
Speaker 1: elementally wrong, but Jerry forced himself onward regardless, determined to
Speaker 1: offer his help to whoever might need it. As he
Speaker 1: climbed toward the top of the ridge, the glow seemed
Speaker 1: to get brighter, but there was no smell of smoke
Speaker 1: or any flickering flames. The light was steady, almost uniform,
Speaker 1: as if it were being cast by a huge fluorescent bulb. Finally,
Speaker 1: he reached the top of the slope and looked over
Speaker 1: the ridge into the vast wasteland beyond. He squinted into
Speaker 1: the light, trying to make out any identifiable shapes, but
Speaker 1: there were none. The air around him seemed to be
Speaker 1: pulsating now, while an incessant buzzing sound rang out in
Speaker 1: his ears. He took another step forward. Suddenly the light swelt,
Speaker 1: engulfing everything around him. Blinded, he felt himself leaving the ground,
Speaker 1: his stomach lurching, and then he felt nothing at all.
Speaker 1: The next thing he knew, he was in hospital. It's
Speaker 1: fair to say that when Jerry finished his story, Sheriff
Speaker 1: Fife didn't quite know what to think about it. By then,
Speaker 1: he'd confirmed that no aircraft were thought to anywhere near
Speaker 1: the area that night, let alone crashed in it. Then
Speaker 1: Jerry asked him where his jacket was, but the Sheriff
Speaker 1: was confused. As far as he could remember, Jerry hadn't
Speaker 1: been wearing a jacket when they found him, but it
Speaker 1: had been dark, so maybe he was misremembering. But when
Speaker 1: he asked the other members of the search party, they
Speaker 1: confirmed it too. Jerry hadn't been wearing a jacket, and
Speaker 1: they hadn't found one in his vehicle either. Yet Jerry
Speaker 1: was adamant he'd been wearing it when he was driving.
Speaker 1: I have to find that jacket, he kept saying, his
Speaker 1: voice frantic. There was something important in it, although he
Speaker 1: couldn't remember what it was exactly. In fact, as it
Speaker 1: was later claimed, the harder he tried to remember, the
Speaker 1: more the image of the jacket seemed to slip through
Speaker 1: his fingers like sand, his mind supposedly an echoing chasm
Speaker 1: full of terrifying gaps where his memory should be. After
Speaker 1: spending another night in the hospital, Jerry Irwin was determined
Speaker 1: physically ready for discharge. However, his doctors were reluctant to
Speaker 1: let him go, concerned about his mental state, but Jerry
Speaker 1: had access to high level information about some of the
Speaker 1: US military's most important missile systems, and they wanted him back. Understandably,
Speaker 1: his superiors didn't like the idea of him being at
Speaker 1: a civilian hospital while not in his right mind, who
Speaker 1: knew what he might say, so he was transferred back
Speaker 1: to Fort Bliss and admitted to the psychiatric ward there
Speaker 1: for observation. The psychiatrist on the base was just as
Speaker 1: baffled as the doctors in Cedar City. Jerry had no
Speaker 1: known history of mental illness, and his record on the
Speaker 1: base was impeccable. Yet somehow during that long drive back,
Speaker 1: he must have slipped into a kind of disassociative fugue.
Speaker 1: He thought, a psychic state usually triggered by extreme stress
Speaker 1: or trauma. It was the only theory that came close
Speaker 1: to explaining Jerry's amnesia and loss of time. After several
Speaker 1: days of intensive psychological evaluation, his psychiatrist couldn't find anything
Speaker 1: else wrong with him. All in all, Jerry seemed perfectly
Speaker 1: cogent and in touch with reality, except for his inability
Speaker 1: to explain what had happened in Utah. However, the authorities
Speaker 1: at Fort Bliss had never had a case like this before.
Speaker 1: They didn't want to let a good private go, not
Speaker 1: when he hadn't done anything wrong. But they also couldn't
Speaker 1: take the risk of allowing him back to his old position,
Speaker 1: not yet. So in mid March of nineteen fifty nine,
Speaker 1: Jerry was cleared to return to duty, but without his
Speaker 1: security clearance. It was framed as a temporary measure to
Speaker 1: let him ease back into things, but Jerry knew exactly
Speaker 1: what it really was the demotion. His colleagues tried to
Speaker 1: welcome him back, but he could see the unease in
Speaker 1: their eyes. They didn't know exactly what had happened, but
Speaker 1: they knew enough to treat him differently, like he was fragile.
Speaker 1: And it was true, Jerry wasn't the same. Maybe it
Speaker 1: was just the embarrassment of the demotion that caused him
Speaker 1: to retreat inside himself. Or maybe it was deeper than that.
Speaker 1: Maybe Jerry had been changed in some fundamental way by
Speaker 1: whatever he had experienced out in the desert, and soon
Speaker 1: his mind began to fracture. At first, Jerry seemed to
Speaker 1: be on the mend. Then just a few weeks after
Speaker 1: the incident, on March fifteenth, nineteen fifty nine, he went
Speaker 1: into town to run some errands. One moment, he was
Speaker 1: walking out of a hardware store, the next he stopped
Speaker 1: suddenly in his tracks. According to onlookers, he seemed to
Speaker 1: freeze for a second, as if he'd seen something alarming,
Speaker 1: then just crumpled to the ground like a puppet cut
Speaker 1: free from its strings. When paramedics arrived, they found him
Speaker 1: unconscious and quickly rushed him to hospital. He didn't wake
Speaker 1: up until the following morning. When he did, he had
Speaker 1: no idea where he was, and again he kept asking
Speaker 1: the same question were there any survivors. With Jerry once
Speaker 1: again calmed down, a doctor arrived to administer a basic
Speaker 1: cognitive test. He started by asking Jerry what the date
Speaker 1: was and the last thing he could remember. It was
Speaker 1: February twenty eighth, he said, and the last thing he
Speaker 1: remembered was being in his car out in the high desert.
Speaker 1: Jerry was apparently stunned when the doctor told him that
Speaker 1: two weeks had passed since then, and seemed to have
Speaker 1: no memory of his most recent time on the base.
Speaker 1: It was as if the last fourteen days of his
Speaker 1: life had not been stored in his brain. Declared fit
Speaker 1: enough to leave, however, Jerry was transferred back to the
Speaker 1: hospital at Fort Bliss and placed under observation on the
Speaker 1: psych ward again. This time they kept him in for
Speaker 1: a full month as they tried to get to the
Speaker 1: bottom of what was wrong. They ran neurological tests but
Speaker 1: found nothing wrong with his brain aside from the memory
Speaker 1: loss and the episodes of disassociation. For all intents and purposes,
Speaker 1: Jerry seemed completely sane. He was polite to his doctors
Speaker 1: but didn't talk much. He spent most of his time
Speaker 1: sitting in the day room, gazing out at the window
Speaker 1: at the sky. After a month, Jerry was released and
Speaker 1: deemed well enough to return to his duties. His first
Speaker 1: day back on base was uneventful. On the morning of
Speaker 1: his second day, Jerry woke up at four thirty a m.
Speaker 1: As usual, He made his bed, washed and shaved in
Speaker 1: the communal latrines, and was in the mess hall for
Speaker 1: breakfast by five a m. He'd always been a good soldier,
Speaker 1: efficient and quick to follow orders. None of the other
Speaker 1: men noted anything unusual in his movements or his demeanor
Speaker 1: as he completed his tasks that morning. After breakfast, Jerry
Speaker 1: was due to report for duty at seven a m. Instead,
Speaker 1: he walked straight out at the barracks and off the base.
Speaker 1: Jerry Irwin walked all the way to al Paso, which
Speaker 1: took him more than two hours. There, he jumped on
Speaker 1: a Greyhound bus headed for Cedar City in Utah. Arriving
Speaker 1: at the bus station some time later, he started walking again.
Speaker 1: He didn't need to consult a map, so somehow he
Speaker 1: knew instinctively where to go. He walked all the way
Speaker 1: back to that desolate stretch of freeway where he'd pulled
Speaker 1: over just a few weeks ago. It was getting dark
Speaker 1: by the time he got there, but somehow this made
Speaker 1: it easier to retrace his footsteps. Then it's claimed that
Speaker 1: he found his missing jacket crumbled on the ground not
Speaker 1: far from where he'd been found himself. Tucked into one
Speaker 1: of the buttonholes was a pencil with a piece of
Speaker 1: paper wrapped tightly around it. Jerry took the piece of
Speaker 1: paper and stared at it for a moment. Then he
Speaker 1: pulled out a match book from his pocket, struck a match,
Speaker 1: and set it on fire. He watched as the paper's
Speaker 1: edges curled and blackened, the flames consuming it until all
Speaker 1: that was left was a small pile of ash. For
Speaker 1: a moment, he felt at peace, knowing that he had
Speaker 1: fulfilled his task, and then, without warning, Jerry's mind went
Speaker 1: dark once again. On the evening of April nineteenth, Jerry
Speaker 1: Irwin turned himself into the Cedar City Sheriff's department. He
Speaker 1: was confused and agitated, with no memory of how he'd
Speaker 1: gotten into the city. Sheriff Fife was stunned to see
Speaker 1: Jerry again, but Jerry clearly didn't recognize him at all.
Speaker 1: When quizzed about why he was back at the Sheriff's department.
Speaker 1: Jerry could only reply was that the last thing he
Speaker 1: remembered was being in his car driving home from leave
Speaker 1: when he saw a sudden, bright light in the sky.
Speaker 1: Once again, it seemed his mind had reset itself to
Speaker 1: the evening of February twenty eighth. Eventually, he was transported
Speaker 1: back to Fort Bliss and spent the next few months
Speaker 1: in and out of hospital, undergoing numerous psychological tests, but
Speaker 1: still the doctors couldn't make any sense of his symptom.
Speaker 1: In time, Jerry's mind began to heal, its memory lapses stopped,
Speaker 1: and he was able to return to light duties on
Speaker 1: the base. His fellow soldiers were given strict instructions not
Speaker 1: to ask him about the Cedar City incident and not
Speaker 1: to talk about it among themselves. One day, Jerry failed
Speaker 1: to report for duty. When a colleague was sent to
Speaker 1: look for him, they found his bed empty, but all
Speaker 1: his belongings still in the barracks. The entire base was searched,
Speaker 1: but they found no trace of him. They questioned locals
Speaker 1: in El Paso, trying to figure out whether Jerry had
Speaker 1: retraced his steps from last time, and got on a
Speaker 1: bus they alerted the Sheriff's department in Cedar City, hoping
Speaker 1: he might show up there again. A month later, on
Speaker 1: September one, nineteen fifty nine, Jerry Irwin was officially listed
Speaker 1: as a deserter. As far as the pub record goes,
Speaker 1: he was never found. Speculation about extraterrestrial visitors had been
Speaker 1: running rampant across the United States. Reported sightings of flying
Speaker 1: sourcers and other mysterious objects in the sky made headlines
Speaker 1: across the country, and although the craze had begun to
Speaker 1: die down by the late nineteen fifties, there were still
Speaker 1: plenty of enthusiasts convinced that the US government were covering
Speaker 1: up the existence of UFOs. Many believed that Jerry Irwin
Speaker 1: had an encounter with one on the night of February
Speaker 1: twenty eighth, nineteen fifty nine, and that it had been abducted
Speaker 1: by aliens and subjected to some kind of experimentation. It
Speaker 1: was this, they believe, that caused his amnesia and bizarre behavior.
Speaker 1: But there is another popular theory about Jerry Irwin that
Speaker 1: is no less disturbing. During the nineteen fifties, the CIA
Speaker 1: developed a secret human experimentation program under the code name
Speaker 1: mk Ultra. The goal was to develop mind controlled techniques
Speaker 1: that could be used in the fight against Soviet forces.
Speaker 1: Mk Ultra is now infamous thanks to the numerous dangerous
Speaker 1: and illegal experiments that are now known to have been
Speaker 1: carried out on unsuspecting test subjects. Victims were drugged with
Speaker 1: psychedelics and nerve agents and subjected to hypnosis and other
Speaker 1: brainwashing techniques. In some cases, the psychological damage was devastating.
Speaker 1: Many of the test subjects were soldiers who volunteered with
Speaker 1: no idea of what they were getting into. If Jerry
Speaker 1: Irwin was one of them, it might also account for
Speaker 1: his sudden mental collapse, but will likely never know for sure.
Speaker 1: Voluntarily or involuntarily, it seems Jerry dissip appeared before he
Speaker 1: was ever able to speak for himself on the record.
Speaker 1: As such, the true explanation for what really occurred to
Speaker 1: him all those years ago remains to this day unexplained.
Speaker 1: This episode was written by Emma Dibden and produced by
Speaker 1: Richard McLain Smith. Thank you as ever for listening. Unexplained
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